Joyous Whimsy Of The Mad © Surazeus 2023 02 17 The tree exploding from my ancient heart blooms television screens of laughing ghosts whose ice cream faces melt in summer heat when hippies dance in ruins of the empire to celebrate wild Dionysian rites with joyous whimsy of the faceless clown. Reborn soul of William the Troubadour animates my heart with ambitious plan to seduce cold hearts of the arrogant with joyous whimsy of the fractured mind reflecting masks dead gods throw in the trash with fish heads eaten by grim alley cats. Without my sun-nurtured heart of lost faith I could not endure soul-stretching years of nations torn by political strife when gangsters disguised as good presidents fight clandestine wars over mines of gold with joyous whimsy of the hungry king. Because Orpheus loves the raven girl, he measures terrible beauty of life by smiling bright at every soul he meets when he learns how to walk without his wings with joyous whimsy spawned by fear of death which he encodes in children story books. With joyous whimsy of the god who breathes ethereal spirit of the cosmic wraith Orpheus plays guitar in sea-town rain to sing about the hardy Lystrosaurus that ruled the Earth for thirty million years since wingless angel wears face of the wolf. Though the robot with positronic brain imitates artistic style of Van Gogh its algorithms cannot replicate existential angst of the tortured artist whose paintings generate grand narrative defined by joyous whimsy of the mad. Radiant with joyous whimsy of the fool, Orpheus refuses to work all day in corporate office of the mafia gang for they exploit poor workers of the world, extracting wealth from labor of their hands, then sing God Save the King in church on Sunday. The first time his eyes see fierce countenance of black-eyed Electra with wavy hair his heart thumps thunderously with angst of love so he gives her magic ring of his heart then flies her home on wings of Icarus with joyous whimsy of the cosmic bard.
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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