Alpheus Chooses How © Surazeus 2023 09 28 However long it takes to dream the moon that shines on mirror of the mellow pool, Alpheus floats in river of lost hope that sparkles purple liquid of his eyes so when he sees sweet girl with flowing hair he hums and disappears in star-bright air. Refusing to chase nymph with golden hair that bounces curls around her rosy cheeks, Alpheus ponders why full silver moon cannot escape taut web of tangled limbs, though apple tree of arrogant despair still dances with the faceless wind of time. Wading knee-deep in purple river flow to search for magic ring of solitude, Alpheus ignores nude girl on lush shore who peels ripe oranges with fingers of lust to taste light of the sun in juicy fruit while two hawks circle hill of skeletons. Whichever way on road past paradise that he decides to walk at flash of dawn, Alpheus chooses how to swerve off path to stand on jagged cliff of fortitude and watch white lightning flash across black sky in shocking revelation of the mind. Ignoring ache to kiss sweet river nymph who lies entranced by grape vines on the hill, Alpheus gathers small plump eye-round fruit that squirts sweet juice of sparkling honesty when he tastes bitter sorrow of the moon while three hawks measure progress of the wind. Amused when star-eyed dryad with long hair flees into shadow each time he appears, Alpheus carves runes of weird magic spell on marble wall of temple on the hill where ghosts of long-dead mothers whisper soft strange secrets only the blind moon would know. Annoyed that bold dramatic tale of love ignores grand genius of his aching heart, Alpheus in apple tree by the stream considers why the dryad with long hair always runs away when he calls her name because she wants to incarnate the moon. Although it overteems with mellow words that lead his eager steps to sunny glades, Alpheus watches water of the stream flow ever onward to the swirling sea, so he calls Arethusa on the phone but she transforms into the spider crone.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Thursday, September 28, 2023
Alpheus Chooses How
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