Ignore Agony Of Rain © Surazeus 2023 10 15 I cannot ignore agony of rain that falls on heads of refugees from war who pray to empty sky for help in vain when nothing is left in the grocery store except the hungry skeleton of faith who dances at command of the star wraith. I refuse to go into that good night with arrogant pride my heart is immune, but Death emerges from the blinding light so I dance with joy to her frantic tune till I become mute memory of my ghost who wanders wistfully on windy coast. Still running in a maze of bombed-out towers, I tell old lady sipping cup of tea that I help Persephone gathering flowers, but the White Bull of world democracy who bears me safe to island of the herald explains complex politics of the world. If I pretend to fly with angel wings, my father might approve of my weird choice to beam my soul in horcrux of gold rings so I give victims of genocide voice when I help innocent families escape brutal attack captured on video tape. Open-air prison of the nameless state where millions of people survive despair entangles my mind with fake code of fate so I breathe deep when I attempt to dare oppose oppression of the tyrant king who tries to control the free-flowing spring. The deal Achilles made with Raven Witch for early childless death and timeless fame warns me that I should be happy, not rich, when I accept the passion-fostered name my child will choose to emulate their soul which they confirm through psychic self-control. We run together from the whistling bomb hurled by fierce angel on high hill of skulls to worship faceless god in ruined tomb whose key assigns her followers state roles we play in world war that reframes our world with new paradigm of the cosmic herald. I try to ignore agony of rain but I must play Jupiter, temple host who welcomes refugees from the war bane, yet they find no one but the faceless ghost who gives me ring of power with mocking sneer as soon as grim angels of death appear.
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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