New Psychic Theology © Surazeus 2023 06 22 If I explore dark bottom of the sea to find sad ghost of Tiresias in me I might be able to return from death with silver startle of the bird-song breath, yet I appear on television screen as long-lost son of Princess Melusine. Before I deconstruct your social myth, carved by hand of God on white monolith that looms shadowless above Gotham streets, I hitchhike back east with radical Beats to invent new psychic theology based on liberty of democracy. While searching resplendent abyss of Hell before sad ringing of the noon-time bell I sing about our yellow submarine still haunted by sweet ghost of Clementine who wants to crown me king of Nowhere Land though I prefer to join the pop-star band. Without bicycle of the humming snake I wander listless by the secret lake to serenade mad princess in glass boat who grins while sipping frosty rootbeer float because I dream about weird future state where every person controls their own fate. I still remember eerie summer day when we played carefree in Saronic bay till serious prophet of the faceless god commissioned me to form new justice squad to free from economic slavery people trapped by religious gimmickry. So I hitchhike to Wonderland at dawn on quest to find homeland of Avalon controlled now by grim jester in the crown who rides rusty carriage all over town where I play harp at midnight in the rain about sad whistle-blow of the last train. Holding hands in strange hour of happiness, we stroll across Bridge of Forgetfulness where undone people, shocked by the world war, stare at handless clock on the locked church door till the oak tree smiles and asks how we are, as if we are blessed by the falling star. Beneath the clear blue sky on lonely hill, entranced by trickling of the rocky rill, we ponder why the world exists at all, then wander back to the grand feasting hall where Tiresias lectures on gender roles while blood-stained flags whip on telephone poles.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Thursday, June 22, 2023
New Psychic Theology
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