Brave Argonauts In Space © Surazeus 2023 01 20 The young girl gives me mirror of my face so I compose new consumable song about my childhood in small Texas town where blue diamond beams television shows about trip of brave Argonauts in space till I find the stone woman on the moon. Though the past is more present than this hour, I am exploding moment of the book that conjures virtual world my brain invents so we can ride our bikes on asphalt road to the library on the college campus where ghosts of missionaries eat dead crows. While I sail far across the ocean blue in frantic quest to find the mundane grail, the angel Oyarsa appears on deck to give me emerald tablet which contains sacred formulas that define how light constructs crystal matrix of glowing words. Still lost in region of the cryptosphere while hitchhiking with the broken guitar, I map the signless roads of Wonderland to hide church of the stone woman from fools who think they can buy the beautiful truth which Phoebus painted on the Grecian urn. When the snowy egret of Zathamar glides across fractured mirror of the moon I might invent elaborate alphabet that could describe strangeness of mutual love for the one divine couple in the garden while millions perish in world genocide. The tarnished diadem on the black lake decides the hidden dragon of nowhere shall now rule as the emperor of the Earth as if God Turtle on the riverbank can guide the jester to the Promised Land where millions of people turn into trees. Though I find gold medallion of kingship shimmering in tidepool with red starfish my girlfriend gives me shovel she designed so I become slow silver swirl of waves that reflect stars of my Saturnine eyes because I wonder why the wind is sad. The insolent beauty of naked souls who glide frail in the silver sea of time explains permanent factor of the mind through excruciating concepts of faith before death materializes from storm to translate desire with chemical love.
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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