Hope In The Spinning Void © Surazeus 2024 01 15 The raven with three eyes white as the moon watches me from shadow of the oak tree construct small river boat from slender logs, then brings me mushroom from the mountain cave which swells my mind with vast pulsating stars so I feel Earth float in the spinning void. While in the kitchen baking pumpkin pie I hear wild shriek across the misty fields, and I step out on wood porch of my heart to watch the headless horseman gallop by on hoofs of thunder cracking crystal sky, so I fall dizzy in the spinning void. I follow railroad tracks in misty woods to large striped circus tent outside of town, then step inside to watch tall blond-haired girl stand divinely still with elegant grace on back of the quickly galloping horse that navigates hope in the spinning void. The railroad baron in ten-gallon hat, who cheats Indians into selling their land to profit from false wealth of gushing oil, aims rifle at my head with mocking sneer that he will take what I refuse to sell, so I somersault in the spinning void. The young man, bearing old man on his back as they escape gang of attacking thugs because they refuse to help sell drugs, asks me for ride across the wind-dark sea, so I welcome them on my fishing boat though harpies haunt us in the spinning void. On Broadway Street in Gotham City maze the weeping clown with smile carved on his face strums turtle-shell lyre he stole from Hermes to improvise satire poems on demand from Hells Angels on roaring motorbikes about his journey in the spinning void. Four soldiers in jungle of Vietnam reminisce about stews their mothers brew back home in Florida and Arkansas till hand grenade clatters between their feet, so Milton throws himself on flame of death that explodes with pride in the spinning void. Gaunt Mary bears new-born child in her arms as she walks the winding mountain road with hundred thousand refugees from war, dreaming about life in the Promised Land where she wants Messiah to attend school who grins at demons in the spinning void.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Monday, January 15, 2024
Hope In The Spinning Void
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