Patterns Of My Mind © Surazeus 2023 11 21 The chemical ghost of the minotaur who devours the pathological pie explains how electric wires thread thoughts as tangled grape vines on the screaming hill too fast for my eyes to perceive how time designs conceptual patterns of my mind. Without the star map of obscene allure unspoiled by romance of bewitched buffoons we would not have known flavor of the moon tinged by soft breeze of apples on the hill who seem to know how I prefer to feel sliced from fragmented patterns of my mind. We almost find strange secret of dream fruit defined by riddle of the hapless laugh not joyless as the shocking truth we hide except for abject poverty enjoyed by dreary jesters of the arcane church where grim priests study patterns of my mind. The broken water pipe of deep discourse gushes black blood of angels in fierce mud at midnight when blind ravens on phone lines play chess with honest butterfly of chaos to form opinion on the latest war between demons in patterns of my mind. Amazing sun glows gold on placid sea to mirror strange feelings my heart denies when pure love blossoms from anguish of pain too simple to calculate curve of roads that lead us past so many unlocked doors in maze that mimics patterns of my mind. It fascinates me how word wizards gain divine glamor from critical attention of psychic analysis so they grow into demigods through apotheosis of social veneration stamped in codes that compensate weird patterns of my mind. The chemical ghost of the unicorn which my heart projects into world of dreams lingers forlornly on dark misty moor to find the secret land of Albion where children of fairies program new myths that redefine old patterns of my mind. The young girl on the rocky island shore who dives for dragon eggs deep in the sea watches the merchant ship with tattooed sails glide forever lost in glow of the sun who wants me to fall in love with her eyes which alone perceive patterns of my mind.
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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