Illusions Of My Faith © Surazeus 2023 07 22 When Melisendra rides her bloody horse while cheering crowds in streets of Zathamar throw roses of love with thorns of desire I attack paper puppets of rich men to fight the shadow of my unborn self that I project at strangers without names. When Belerma, with her heart in her hands, marches through crystal palace of dead gods in Cave of Enchantment to find the grail I gaze in mirror of ten billion ghosts whose ever-shifting faces mask my soul that looms as grim shadow over my world. When Dulcinea, wearing yellow skirt, bakes loaves of sourdough bread in market stall, which people of Toboso buy each dawn, I conjure demon from my wordless heart to go on noble quest of honest hope far from the ruined walls of paradise. When Clementine in tattered kitchen skirt falls in the gushing river of gold dust to snatch laughing skull of Hamlet from death I tilt my sharpened lance of Percival to fight windmills of merchants who exploit labor of the poor to hoard wealth of pride. When Melusine gives me water of life she draws from well of the cloud-dancing horse so mushrooms blossom from sponge of my brain I understand from way she smiles at me that I cling to illusions of my faith so I will remain but mad north-northwest. When Britomart invades castle of lies to rescue Amoret from the blind king who sends noble knights to enslave the poor I decide to marry Princess Despair who teaches me uncanny truth of death that shines with beauty of the Nevermore. When Medusa leads army of brave fools, farmers armed with sturdy spears from oak trees, to charge uphill against soldiers with guns, I preach all humans born from the Blue Sky are equal in eyes of Justice who wields scales that weigh our deeds based on consequence. When Belphoebe tends fertile apple trees that bloom white as snow in Bower of Bliss from seeds planted in shadow of my corpse I perform as free artist of myself to protect the woman I love from harm while she teaches our children how to sing.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Saturday, July 22, 2023
Illusions Of My Faith
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