Justice Of The Stoic Clown © Surazeus 2023 04 26 When the candle flame of my aching heart flickers out in silent faith of the dark I strike hard stone of my name at the Earth to become shadow of hope where I lurk, reborn as Mercury from the weeping star, still in love with daughter of Lucifer. While I wait in gloom of the starless night my heart becomes stone of the happy lark that builds her nest in the riverless boat because apple trees bloom in moonless murk that wave to my soul as I drive my car, face blanked by golden mask of Jupiter. The hungry man with calculator brain sells vacuum cleaners to wives in clean homes while knights in shining armor fight to gain illusion of wealth in fierce corporate games that scatter our bones on the fruited plain, ruled by ghost of Ishtar in Bablyon. The angry woman with Barbie Doll smile, who sells lonely wives silver motorhomes, transforms to queen of the city lifestyle who paints chaos controlled by picture frames to reveal God Soul in the crocodile disguised as Fairy Queen of Avalon. The bearded prophet by table of books writes song about words smeared by loving tears so Narcissus and Echo map dark lakes where faceless monsters embody our fears till exposed by Phoebus as psychic hoax because I journey home to Lazulum. The manic pixie dream girl with three eyes sits on the windy beach and plays guitar, then sings with eerie voice of the primrose to find salvation for the Minotaur who evolves to Jesus in the next phase since she has no name in Elysium. The bored attorney in small country town carries small gun in pocket of his soul to fight for justice of the stoic clown who has yet to decide his special role though his wife attends church, wearing silk gown, in haunted valley of the Promised Land. The zealous nurse in treehouse on the moon discusses philosophy with the owl about why boys kill people with the gun for the messiah sleuth is on the prowl to catch the tyrant in his comfort zone while she hosts feast of gods in Wonderland.
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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