Because I Talk To God © Surazeus 2023 06 25 Because I talk to sad ghost in the tree the horse in the river laughs at the way my face disappears from mirror of wind, except the man on the radio shouts about the global threat to liberty, so I sit on the porch and drink blood tea. Because I talk to mad goat on the lawn he transforms into boy with curly hair who offers wine to women stuck at home so I play bone flute in light of the moon while they dance on skulls of dead presidents, disrupting traffic on interstate highways. Because I talk to demon with six wings trapped inside the cracked television screen my mouth is stuffed with ancient words I steal from beautiful prophet in golden cage who reads her poetry on empty stage while turtles crawl over sand to the sea. Because I talk to deep hole in the Earth Arimaxus leaps across the abyss to give me love letter Clementine wrote before she went swimming among the clouds to find Cave of Illusions in my head where the blind philosopher counts the ways. Because I talk to castle on the hill Ophelia brings me flowers and herbs to heal the common people sick from plague who gather in the empty church to pray for salvation from idol in the mud till warriors spring from dragon teeth of rage. Because I talk to monster of the deep Neptune teaches me how to tame wild horse so I can explore cities of the world where women tend gardens in walls of stone while their husbands march to fight holy wars, running in trenches with arrogant guns. Because I talk to smiling Cheshire cat Alice explains how we should navigate maze of myths where statues of dead gods sing so I descend to bottom of the sea in yellow submarine made of whale bones to find the titan Saturn still asleep. Because I talk to God inside my head Jesus Christ asks if I want to play chess so we set up round table on the beach and drink wine while stars spiral overhead till I become bright shadow of the wind that whispers in fruit trees of paradise.
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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