Unbloomed Apple Seeds © Surazeus 2023 10 22 As faceless storm in love with the wild sea, I sing sad hymns with invisible birds in bare ruined choir of abandoned church where God is nothing now but skeleton still glowing with atoms of the big bang, so I paint nameless stars of outer space. In love with absence of my lonely house, I cling to ghosts inside pictureless walls to float on ocean waves of dreamless words that throw me up from abyss of despair so I must stand and walk this spinning Earth without getting dizzy with love for you. Searching for love in unbloomed apple seeds, I flit with shadows in the ruined church to read tales of heroes in tattered book that lies beside the broken altar stone as eyeless wind flips pages of its dreams to find the name my mother called me once. Yet clock in trunk of the ancient oak tree cannot translate sweet riddles of the wind for me to trace footsteps of hope you leave half-erased on trail through moaning woods because my soul is trapped in picture frame above piano no angel can play. White dogwood petals on the happy tree may represent wounds of the Fisher King, who hangs on cross of the telephone pole two thousand years beside the River Styx, but I examine their secret of faith with god eye of the curious microscope. Though grandson of Dionysus transforms into Siddhartha beneath the fig tree, who watches sun and moon, engined with stars, swirl bright around the Earth ten thousand years, I play tortoise-shell lyre of Mercury with hands eager to spark Love Energy. When fifty thousand children of Thor dance on rain-soaked farm while Lucifer plays hymns, stoned on ambrosia brewed by Ceridwen, I rocket from White Whale on the ocean wave to flash through lightning of butterfly wings transformed from jet planes in burning Blue Sky. Thus sly Taliesin, wearing business suit, runs international bank to fund farmers whose produce feeds all people of the world who dance to music in the muddy field, as depicted on the shining brass shield Achilles bears when he invades lost Eden.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Sunday, October 22, 2023
Unbloomed Apple Seeds
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