Broken Lyre Of Honesty © Surazeus 2023 06 10 Strolling out through my mind to the dark woods, with each book ever written in my hands, I fall into wild fire of naked words that burns my anguished soul into bronze mask I wear to play Apollo on world stage while strumming broken lyre of honesty. When god-sized shadow of the wingless angel hovers over valley of singing skulls I shout with mute assertion at Glow Cloud that I am not his unusable tree composed of mortal wood from rancid mud while I curl roots into heart of the Earth. Since I would never dare quarrel with time, who will erase me from this universe, I keep unsecret stories of my soul programmed by my ancestors in my brain that build my body from aggressive hope through fiction of duration I devise. Stumbling into empty church of dead gods, I find statues of seers I want to play on global stage of fame to prove I am more than this body of muscle and blood, Orpheus, Phoebus, Apollo, and Mithras, shining paragons of narrative tropes. Blinded by the God-tilted light of Heaven, which emanates from mocking radios, I fly on boneless wings of innocence high over telephone wires that connect computerized brains in the world wide web so I can walk Bridge of Forgetfulness. We beam our souls through fingers into words that slither on serpentine lust for truth in crackling network of the world wide web till we become the singing ghosts of faith composed of crystal energy we taste while drinking courage on the moonlit porch. Desperately chanting my hieratic spell through Orphic drowning man reborn as Zeus, I join the shrieking flock of singing ghosts disguised as crows on wet telephone lines to analyze Zodiac code of our fate when we wrestle with otherness of us. While avatar of the American Sublime walks signless road to Garden of Desire, I stare at my face in the mirror mask to hear the subtle shifting shape of rain for I am shimmer of sunlight on water, awake before the first word Mother speaks.
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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