Child Of The Gypsy Jester © Surazeus 2023 05 26 When nobody opens the door of hope I turn to gaze out the window of thought to review my journey on path of faith forever lost in dark forest of fear till I stop and wonder if anything is real beyond blurred vision of my eyes. I sit at round table of family life to gaze at faceless ghosts of those I love and wonder when they all had disappeared as I eat buttered bread with poisoned honey to taste bronze sorrow of the universe that flashes lightning in blood veins of rage. Yet on dusty stairs in musty bookstore I meet blue-eyed woman who never smiles so she explains concept of wordless books while my uncle erects satellite dish to channel zeitgeist of the global mind while I build homes in Pandaemonium. Strange vision of psychological tropes bloom from hands of Dream Herald in the field where cows discuss philosophy of nature while milkmaids attend the music concert where Aphrodite sings about false love though I wander in eerie clockless woods. Grim trees that walk verdant hills of Arcadia explain why beautiful Swan of Tuonela never sings till last hour before her death so I search endless maze of social myths to find the living girl with silver eyes who remembers why our grandmother weeps. Pregnant with blind child of the gypsy jester, who seduced her with sweet songs of the lute on wet grass beneath weeping apple trees, Brigit boards ship with billowed sails of hope and sails west to enchanted Land of Zartha where fairies dance in misty apple groves. Giving birth to her child on fragile ship, while storm winds toss them into the abyss, the silver-eyed fairy of Avalon bleeds to death on the fractured wooden floor, so the woman who sings the Psalms of David cradles the black-eyed boy in gentle arms. Born on the wild ocean between the worlds, I walk into bright woods of Tennessee to dwell in cool grotto of Cummins Falls where star-winged Baltimore Orioles sing about why passion generates our bodies from seething chemicals of mindless stars.
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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