Doohickey Of My Heart © Surazeus 2023 06 25 For I have hidden on antique bookshelf in sunless corner of my haunted house worn maple-wood treasure box with bent hinge cluttered with rare doohickeys of my heart that horcrux my memories in fragile forms with aching anguish of forgotten lore. Each delicate doohickey of my heart, artfully arranged through shadow of hope in cabinet of curiosities among skulls of prophets, and leather books written centuries before I was born, hides in its symbol memories of my angst. Hand-crafted by grim half-blind artisans, with tangled hair, and crooked teeth, and grins wild as the wordless sea in red moonlight, these delicate doohickeys of my heart express forbidden passions I conceal with beauty not even the rich can buy. While wandering narrow winding alleyways deep down dim nameless streets in Gotham maze, I find each dear doohickey of my heart displayed behind despair-smeared window panes that catch attention of my faith-spurred eyes when stray sunset rays glint on their frail forms. So with slow cautious step of leather boots, my entrance announced by eerie bell ting, I timidly approach the moon-eyed wizard to respectfully inquire with gentle tones if I could see doohickey of my heart and offer price to purchase priceless truth. Whether holy grail stained with demon blood, or cameo depicting Septimius and his curly-haired Hera with gray eyes, or gold ring of invisibility, or mirror that reflects what I desire, I will buy each doohickey of my heart. When I place coin depicting fane of Janus on marble counter of the antique store to purchase bust of Pallas from Saturnus, the three-eyed raven flaps her mordant wings that stirs tart petrichor of honest faith which approves new doohickey of my heart. So when you visit me at haunted house of seven gables in oak-tangled woods I will present for your attentive eyes huge cabinet of curiosities that preserves as museum of our dreams these strange priceless doohickeys of my heart.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Sunday, June 25, 2023
Doohickey Of My Heart
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