Angels Sing On High © Surazeus 2023 11 24 The shadow that follows the laughing child explains how the blue horse runs on the plain with the ancient feather of the bright sky because soft glitter on crust of the snow translates roaring of the rain to this song the wolf decides cannot describe our death. On this windy Autumn day the blind owl ponders how the girl who lives in the tree plays the harp that sprouts from the river stone through which starlight refracts the nameless ghost who wants to teach our children how to pray as if words of our will can change the world. The eyeless man who lives in the glass sky gives me loaf of bread baked from hills of skulls so I search for the holy ghost in light that glitters on placid waves of the sea though I consider all their arguments for whether things I dream are real or not. Descended from Mercury and Ishtar, I walk the signless road of nevermore till I find the house where my wife has lived since I first saw her face in the star pool, so she gives me plate with roasted beef steak and we eat lunch while angels sing on high. If I return home to Zarathium after wandering the Earth ten thousand years I might discover clear pool in the vale where I invented concept of the name which I can utter with breath of the rain to refer to the person I love most. Alone by face pool in the sunlit vale I hear sharp chirps of birds in apple trees reverberate across vast sky of clouds who watch me perform with elegant grace difficult role that expresses my soul through mysterious code of the mirror eye. The black cat with moon-green eyes watches me read ancient books in library of the queen to discover key of the universe revealed by the binary code of truth as One and Zero, which compose all things manifest in spiraling atom rings. Yet I wait by the apple tree all day for the second coming of Melusine who kisses me with joy of selfless love so I caress her cheeks with tender care while floating safe in strong boat of her heart that glides on endless sea of everywhere.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Friday, November 24, 2023
Angels Sing On High
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