Phantom Of The Door © Surazeus 2023 06 23 When I gaze at moon and stars in the sky I always see bright sparkle of your eye that gleams in darkness of the Nevermore, yet transform into phantom of the door to enter Shadow of my ancient Sprite as nameless wanderer lost in dreary night. Each time I pause on signless road of time I hear the nightingale of Clementine, as senseless ghost entranced by silent truth, sing eerie melody of heartless ruth that highlights strange discordant harmonies I juxtapose through dream-coherent keys. I plant the alien seed from Outer Space to multiply ancestors with one face as I project strange vision of our world transformed by dream spell of the cosmic herald because we want to change society so every person lives through liberty. Yet in dark gloom of our Zarathian land the Seraph born from fierce volcanic brand spreads nuclear wings of bold romantic force to spark voracious wisdom from the source that fuels aggressive rise of empire gangs beneath the bloody cross where Jesus hangs. Immortal demons of the Holy Book who emanate from radio by the brook realize our urgent need to defend truth when hungry people seek messiah sleuth to lead our revolution against greed, entranced by angel of the apple seed. So I wear gold mask Parzival designed with naked heart Ishtar sent me to find to hurl my ghost against the mindless void as incarnation of the god android who crawls from dragon egg on beach of slime and wanders city streets as Gothic mime. Then climbing mountain trail to touch the sky in quest to find mysterious reason why our bodies bloom from ocean of desire, I meet the pretty princess of green fire who transforms spirit of my aching heart into wise child who draws the new world chart. I see your spirit shining in the star that beams our souls to vale of Zathamar as burning angel of Earth liberty who gives our minds new life through alchemy so I emerge from swamp of honesty to fight with pride for world democracy.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Friday, June 23, 2023
Phantom Of The Door
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