Sad Moon Of Anywhere © Surazeus 2023 03 08 Based on oracular spell of the gem divining concept of the cryptic dream, I stand with noble horse of prescient wind beneath enigmatic oak of my mind where Sibyl writes riddles on fragile leaves that encode weird cypher of dreamless caves. Entranced by pungent petrichor of roads unspooling rapid warmth in eerie woods, I ponder why sad moon of anywhere reflects stark beauty of the gliding car fueled by sweet ichor of sad dinosaurs who solve grim formulas of engine gears. Veiled by diaphanous mask of my name concealing doleful passion hearts consume, I dare perform role of the wingless god too busy saving our world to go mad till my soul gets trapped in computer spark where souls of the dead can never more lurk. Urged forth on buoyant breast of rainbow swirl floating in wordless hopes of poisoned laurel, I probe extensive network of fake doors transformed into boats that explore dark fears though still stormy after cheerful neglect exposes national pride to be abstract. Embraced by cumulous visions of love spiraling from fate of the ocean wave, I fish for thought demons in Lake of Eyes whose charming songs guide me in the myth maze where famous people go to escape fame because no one respects the honest mime. Bound to changing Earth by gossamer wings expressing perfect beauty of thought pangs, I strum lyre and improvise memories to sing within wild tradition of jazz till deathless mother returns to the tomb where she sings schematics of the brain bomb. Versed in ethereal flash of liberal words reflecting our real world in countless shards, I chat with crows in oak tree of the moon to frame my spirit with the Skjolder Rune as lantern that lights my way to Alfheim where I will construct occultic elf home. Damned alive with luminous arrogance radiating from core of the cosmic chance, I wake from memories of ancestral brains that map characters through conceptual zones so I evolve from fish to singing god reborn from fertile mind of the Mermaid.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Wednesday, March 8, 2023
Sad Moon Of Anywhere
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