Revelation Of The Violin © Surazeus 2023 07 07 Though I wake up at dawn inside my shadow that mirrors anguish of lost souls below, I will skip whistling to the farmers market where fairies sing spells so I can forget terrible things on the ocean that happen to refugees from war who sing amen. When the pretty singer lost in her seizure declares she will marry her kind chauffeur he waves to angels in celestial orbit so mountain wolves know when best to commit to sacred journey in the covered wagon when wild children insist the games begin. The poor cook who sighs by the broken window wonders when the king will come to bestow the jeweled crown that would make her the target of jealous gossipers filled with regret that her eyes enchant the arrogant dragon who gives her Apple of Eris again. Because eyes of the girl that shimmer azure express profound proverb meant to assure excess profit on the theater circuit the seer in the cave proceeds to transmit puzzle spells that curse his attempt to campaign and cheat workers in the royal domain. If our bodies are composed of soul matter then older people would act more mature, yet I sell my soul on the moonlit crossroad for secret key that will help me encode tales in the book devils cannot open for how to maintain psychic peace within. When facing danger I channel the otter to design courage which helps me endure indifference of nature that Satan borrowed from death before kind Lucifer bestowed badge of honor I hide in the lake cabin where I strum guitar with careful chagrin. Though proud spirit of our nation may shatter, because we are tricked by glamorous allure of broken machines Zeus sells by the cartload, our democracy will never implode as long as we can feast on roasted mutton while Cinderella twirls her gold baton. Since my heart is entranced by eerie patter of rain on the hills, I seek to ensure we comprehend wordless truth of the hoptoad that sparks divine glow in my brain cathode as I rise reborn from spiritual bracken through revelation of the violin.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Friday, July 7, 2023
Revelation Of The Violin
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