Bank Vault Of The Mind © Surazeus 2023 01 21 The blind boy who walks in the burning town asks the three-eyed raven for secret code to open door to bank vault of the mind where plates of gold with memories are stored till the ticking clock on the heap of trash reveals the girl destined to rule the world. The yellow dress snagged on the barbwire fence decides to lend her wings to the book owl who takes the loaded pistol to the church before the fragile plate falls to the ground at sudden explosion of asphodels from unconfirmed grave of the tyrant king. The wood dock on the silver misty lake lures the lonely girl with soft yellow glow of morning sunlight over tender trees because the god-frog on the toadstool sings math formulas no mother can forget when her child first learns how to walk and talk. The widowed waitress at the roadside diner smokes cigarette by the telephone pole where the national jester was crucified for cracking jokes about the movie star who drowned when she fell off the fishing boat after giving her watch to the blind boy. I want to ask her on another date to watch the science fiction picture show about the sentient ocean on the moon discovered by the girl with broken wings eager to sell her leather boots to Zeus stolen by the ass in the lion skin. The universe is indifferent to me but I love the entire strange multiverse with every twanging fiber of my being because Apollo strums strings of my heart loud as electric guitar on stage while he sings the Star-Spangled Banner weird. So I hold hands with Melusine at dawn as golden light of the sun shimmers stark on flowing wavelets of her long black hair while she talks to her mother on the phone about our plan to sell our house and move to Athens where the wingless angel laughs. The leaky river boat Alastor stole bobs on restless waves of the timeless wind so we set sail across abyss of truth to escape tyrant in the castle tower who cries over death of his haughty son though light explains why nobody is lost.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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