Conquer The New World © Surazeus 2023 04 20 Bible with pages that resemble wings of angry wolves consumes forgotten names three times before explosion of the wall, unpuzzled by contempt for rule of law, because we are blind children of old hills who work all day to pay civilized bills. There are only thirty Muses on Earth and nine of them haunt me all day and night, waiting their turn for my hands to transcribe vatic visions they dream of world events which I distort in riddles of weird code so only fools with nothing to lose can see. I am not lost on this forever road, she whispers to indifferent sea of light, but still I walk toward reimagined world to find the nothingness of perfect love that never will embrace my awkward hope to generate new life before I die. Though snow is falling backward to the moon, ten thousand windows never see her pass, for she is shadow of eager despair, reluctant to oblige the holy ghost with anxious wisdom of the snarling wolf who watches her swim in Saronic Gulf. How nice to see that I am not alone, she whispers to photo of her dead friends that screams with silent blossoming of trees while playful wind blows hair around her face as she feels sunlight sparkle in her cells with ancient passion of wild butterflies. She smiles and gazes beyond flash of time to waken cautious courage in her heart so she can face aggressive rage of lust that swirls around her in vast maze of streets where she keeps walking for ten thousand years in search for promise of paradise lost. Black raven lands on statue of the girl, three rainbow eyes reflecting her true soul, so she wakes deep in marble form to watch children imitate lives their parents lead in endless quest for peaceful happiness as we sail storms to conquer the new world. If India Catalina could survive to write grand narrative on bones of gods where every person lives with equal rights, then I too can create free paradise, she whispers as she floats on ocean waves far from the long lost Isle of Avalon.
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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