Ghost Voice Of Tiresias © Surazeus 2023 06 21 With box of broken toys from my childhood, I wander through the crowded restaurant to search for glamorous idol of my wife who flits on frail gossamer wings of love between the smiling masks that strangers wear till she transforms into the agile deer. Since I am merry wanderer of the night disguised as prancing horse with flowing mane I gallop fast as wind till I am fire that swirls in silver mist of moon-lit flight to run with frantic joy in sudden rain till I transform into the falcon gyre. Yet as I enter temple feasting hall eight hundred people in blue robes cry hail and cheer when I at last find where she waits in shining shadow of the primal star inside vast boundless cavern of my heart so I give her box of my broken toys. Reaching her hand down from red glowing cloud, my wife with hundred thousand spider eyes transforms my body from male to female so I experience giving birth to gods who fight galactic wars for worshippers till I transform back into Jupiter. With ghost voice of Tiresias I sing conceptual ballad of my futile quest to find the phoneline-tangled angel wing that I can use to ride the dragon west till I forge from despair the magic ring by which I compose this new Almagest. In grim portentous House of Broken Doors I play the merry prankster Puck with faith that I may yet outwit the angel Death who chases me across the gleaming moors to find the writhing serpent of my mind till I transform back into Lucifer. While hunting demons in Broceliande I stumble on Pool where Artemis bathes who shoots sharp arrow in my aching heart that wakes me from strange enchanting dream when Echo mistakes me for her Narcissus and kisses me with anguish of desire. Wounded by Well of Forgotten Dreams, where ghastly visions of war plague my heart, I explain to Melusine with earnest hope how I map signless roads of the Waste Land so traumatized souls who escape from church colonize Hell with movie theaters.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Wednesday, June 21, 2023
Ghost Voice Of Tiresias
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