Weddings On The Broken Bridge © Surazeus 2023 01 08 The staircase flies among the thinking clouds as apple trees discuss with honey bees math formulas that calculate our tears. The pen on the windowsill wonders why children rearrange photos of old cars till they resemble angels by the sea. Wine distilled from letters lost lovers write poison horses who pretend to play chess till the mountain train arrives by the lake. The rose bush decides not to take the job concerning sand that slithers in each book because the blind king wants to fish at night. Time passes with the click of atom clocks disguised as fish at bottom of the pond which shimmers with light of infinity. The open gates ask why we hesitate to prove intention of the criminal who catches birds and gives them secret names. The gatekeeper who watches funny shows charges us to walk across silver leaves beyond sad doors that sprout back into trees. The permanent angle of sundown rays requires apology for vengeful joy purchased by the hermit who walks away. We make plans for the future of the world by drawing patterns on the purple sand that cannot reflect stars of everywhere. If the girl in the red dress by the church ever decides to turn and look at me, I will hide the wings that embarrass me. Each time I look at the speedometer the ocean liner steaming in red snow asks stars if they are thirsty for the truth. The keyboard of joy survives ocean storms in time for us to be refreshed with death by eating apple pie on the back porch. Purple plums hanging in the afternoon greet strangers with breathless sorrow of love by giving them whatever they request. This mood of quiet beauty reveals time abruptly ended by the honey flow which honors weddings on the broken bridge. Because Pierrot wields shadow blade of faith we hide our disappointment in the way flowers ignore strange withering of death. I never want to fix the broken world described by chamber music of the fool who prefers tranquility of desire.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Sunday, January 8, 2023
Weddings On The Broken Bridge
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