Singing Skull Of Truth © Surazeus 2023 04 23 I need nothing from the cow in the rain but she smiles and gives me faith anyway to believe that the moon loves how I sing since flowers consume cracked bones of my soul while screaming at the airplane in the sky who always seems to forget the way home. The serious poet on the global stage proclaims new wisdom of the singing skull designed to calculate how brains express dreams through artificial intelligence with the automatic writing technique employed by the jester wearing my crown. Every evening after the midnight hour I jump over the moon on raven wings to find gold palace where Saturnus reigns by using calculus to calculate ethereal curves of psychedelic minds who dream the future that never occurs. The noble hero stuck in epic tale wants to escape weird tragic stage of fate to run with wolves in wilderness of lies, but finds himself on television show as he plays chess with Death to save the world but loses every match till kingdom come. Old queen who rules vast city on the hill remembers her passionate love affair with the star-eyed man who conquered her land and threw her father in the swirling sea till she hung the devil on the phone pole so he can dream whole history of the world. Heart-wrenching melody of timeless love rings softly through wild jungle of sad ghosts who dance around bonfire of vanities while seeking to transcend this mortal realm on wings Daedalus designs from our fears so we can live free from oppressive laws. When eager boys from villages in Spain wander lost in hills of Colombia they forget old stories they heard in church as they transform into fierce warriors and follow mad King Lear on windy hills who rules heart of darkness with empty gun. I drink fresh milk from the cow in the rain while the Nowhere Man in his Nowhere Land sings to Lucifer in the sky with diamonds because he reigns as spirit of the age through second American civil war recorded by the singing skull of truth.
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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