Garden Of Singing Ghosts © Surazeus 2024 01 24 The weeping of the bridge I build from dreams floods River Styx with boats of refugees who search for broken box Pandora lost full of keys that might open lonely homes where televisions scream into the void that swirls under garden of singing ghosts. If the World Poet Laureate returns from cave of the bruised heart with angel wings, the mad king dancing on skulls of dead gods might name the cat with effervescent faith who lounges regally on Stone of Scone while we play in garden of singing ghosts. The faceless voice speaking from the Glow Cloud commands I crown myself King of the Dead so with joy I throw magic ring of gold in laughing volcano of arcane jokes, then wear ethereal mask of the star god who prances in garden of singing ghosts. Though children love the mute doll as their god based on revelation of the grim clown because the raven brings me red mushrooms, I sail the misty sea to Isle of Skye where vampires at the seminary pray to blind queen in garden of singing ghosts. The wisdom of the prophet no one hears explodes plastic inevitable code to redefine the sacred quest for truth when Sir Gawain falls in love with Rose Girl who bears her pulsing heart in crystal hands to star pool in garden of singing ghosts. I measure flashing waves of particles to figure faceless spirit of my mind who organizes stock of psychic codes transforming pain to stories of lost souls who search for skull of sacred prophecy hidden deep in garden of singing ghosts. Through eerie whispers of the moonless woods I ride red horse of fascinating spite with message for the king in mirrored hall who has never seen his real naked face while clutching broken lyre of Mercury to navigate garden of singing ghosts. Because I wait for Death on signless road she comes to me in black silk gown with lace, so we dance slowly around Tree of Life where the serpent flutters her rainbow wings which proves our love binds our hearts beyond death while buried in garden of singing ghosts.
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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