Psychic Game Of Chess © Surazeus 2023 07 08 Soft ache of sorrow that love cartographs glows from my heart in television screen projecting vision of my small world view composed of stories other people tell though I perform my mundane role of life in psychic game of chess to outwit death. Garsenda sits by fountain in lush garden and plucks strings of the cithern with quick hands while singing lyrics of heart-aching tune that echoes off stone walls of paradise protecting her from famine and disease in psychic game of chess to invent truth. The blind prophet who guides earnest black horse rides through the city streets with midnight wind, proclaiming doom with ringing of the bell, but angry boys with fragile egos shoot innocent people with rifles of rage in psychic game of chess to steal our faith. The tyrant in the fortress tower of greed sends army full of angry men in tanks to invade the primal homeland of Scythia where people hide in basements of lost hope as bombs destroy museums of their dreams in psychic game of chess to control wealth. When the three-eyed raven of Zathamar lands on telephone line in the waste land, and watches refugees in caravans travel west to escape cruel tyranny, I wake alone on bridge to Neverland in psychic game of chess to leap the abyss. The oldest woman still in Avalon tends garden on estate of Melusine, hands tending roots and branches of fruit trees, while her wingless daughter sells apple sauce to the rock star who abandoned his faith in psychic game of chess to cheat despair. I want to be honest now with myself, and face the demons who possess my heart, the rock star whispers as he takes her hand, so they dance to the heart-enchanting tune Garsenda plays by the Fountain of Youth in psychic game of chess to find true love. Though toads on mushrooms in the dusky woods dream evolution of our hungry souls four hundred million years of reborn brains I drink wine from the silver holy grail Garsenda gave to me before she died in psychic game of chess to sing the truth.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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