Scribe Of Secret Truths © Surazeus 2023 06 20 I want to break my idols with weird words and reassemble bodies of lost souls for all the memories our ancestors dream are written in genetic code of faith, so I walk in world city of high walls with harp I stole from angel of the sea. If I sell pomegranates to proud gods who stride on terraces of broken trees I feel the sign of sorrow on my breast when I paint blood on doorposts of your homes then stand before the idol of my soul that will smile at you long after I die. Before the hungry leopards of sea caves invade the temple of the golden throne I carry basket full of grapes from fields where horror shimmers in heat of the sun then speak against efficiency of faith preserved in silence of the weeping queen. I heed word of the lonely mountain god who lies forgotten in dark cave of dreams ten thousand years of spinning clockless time till curious prophet from the college town inscribes my name on idol of my soul that walks its own path to paradise lost. Without sufficiency of silent song I hear strange voices in dim shadowed halls tell lurid tales of scandalous desire indulged by monarchs of the faceless god imprisoned in vast palaces of gold so I become the scribe of secret truths. I enter city maze of doorless homes with flute I carved from fragile dragon bone to harry spirit of the dancing ghost with devastating wisdom of fake love encased in silver amulet of greed safe in the hand that scatters apple seeds. Hidden behind idol of the dead god, the girl who knows how snowflakes are designed records dark secrets no one dares to tell in holy book she gives to the last king who walks with tears on windy beach of hope still clutching bone flute of the girl he loves. Though I break my idols with ghostly words they reassemble from my memories with contradictions of uncanny truth contrary to obvious state assumptions when I return from forest of the dead to take my place as scribe of secret truths.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Tuesday, June 20, 2023
Scribe Of Secret Truths
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