Undone Office Drones © Surazeus 2023 08 12 Absurdity of love we share awake confounds reluctance of the pristine fake, too pretty for the person I love most who haunts me with sad absence of their ghost more awesome than high surfing on dream waves to dance with shamans in dark ocean caves. My heart escapes electric jar of lies on bat wings borrowed from eccentric spies who research native languages we speak far out of sync with the arrogant freak who strides across the waste land in black robe to map conceptual truths that weave our globe. I fold my sorrows in paper airplanes that land in fields of primal trichomanes which sparks awake ancestral memories when I was lizard tracking honey bees to find grand tree of wisdom on the hill from which I brew sweet nectar of free will. Still trapped in kitchen space of my small life I would perform role of the perfect wife except demonic power of insight blinds me with timeless visions of pure light so I foretell events that might occur when World Goddess guides the lost voyageur. Endowed by the meteor flash with power to see the past while hiding in glass tower, I prophesy rise of the global queen who channels spirit of blind Melusine when she appears before gold city gates with strange machine that calculates our fates. With voice of thunder in the cloudless sky who preaches new salvation of the why mad refugees of war on signless road meditate before billion-year-old toad who reigns on mushroom of the laughing raven in shattered ruins of bomb-blasted Heaven. So with mute crowd of undone office drones I trudge across fog-shrouded bridge of bones where Phoebus, perched on taut suspension wire, plays harp to direct our Tellurian choir sing hymns that bind world nations in one mind based on ontology Ishtar designed. When undone office drones by dried-out well start revolution on highway to Hell, the oldest woman in the world reveals how Lucifer maintains court of appeals so little people of the world can fight for justice as our inalienable right.
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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