World Light Is Broken © Surazeus 2023 09 19 Because world light is broken in September that man who drinks the ocean with his eyes decides he is no tree who could remember how the wingless angel conquers blue skies so I will choose the space-time of my death with arrogant faith of my songless breath. If I decide to feed daemonic soul that writhes inside my heart of tangled dreams with wild electric wires of diamond coal I might reveal soft laughter of hill streams with riddles that explain why humans die in floating shimmer of the cosmic eye. On hill of Gethsemane at midnight I paint my face with moonlit stripes of blood then drink sweet wine that must distort the right to writhe with ecstasy of blooming mud as I attempt to fly on tattered wings above vast maze of myths where no one sings. This soul-weird nectar Dionysus brews reveals the golden path of my world reign when I explore night garden with false clues that prove I cannot choose to play insane in grove of apple trees where stars divide scenes of our lives with humbleness of pride. If I neglect ethereal life of faith in order to consume sweet fruit of love time would spin beauty of our world mind-wraith to shadows frail as glow clouds high above while we consume our sorrows from parched soil which we produce with bleeding hands of toil. Though I walk wingless in lush garden cage, I breathe angelic meter of star song to master wild spontaneous spells of rage while guiding fierce attack of the mad throng in revolution against faceless god whose silver blood reveals his psychic fraud. Reborn in fragile form as Lucifer, bloated body seething with chemicals, I practice martial arts with Jupiter to wow the crowd with splendid spectacles when I tame cruel dragon of star-red sea in fight to ensure equal liberty. The magic lantern on the harp-taut bridge reveals weird knowledge of evil and good with movie camera of time when we pledge to find our lonely ghost in ancient wood where the Golden Boy with wings of desire directs holy hymns of the earthly choir.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Tuesday, September 19, 2023
World Light Is Broken
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