Monsters Of Blind Faith © Surazeus 2024 01 21 Though we are living in the strangest times, when tyrants of huge nations grasp control from terror that their neighbors will invade, we stand together on lawns of our homes when evening sunlight shimmers in tall trees to sing in touch with beauty of the Earth. They may destroy our homes with bombs of hate so they can claim land of our mothers theirs, but we will build new homes with shattered bones and prepare grand feast on tables with our friends who will weep as we disappear in wind and vanish from our flame-burned photographs. The burbling brook that flows behind my home, where skittish deer stare at my window ghost, invites me to traverse its surging tide to find deserted grove of apple trees where Adam once proposed marriage to Eve till Lilith chased them from the Promised Land. We gather after school in the corn field to present play about the love affair when shy Phoebus and Vesta fall in love so they escape and sail across the sea to build new home on isle of Avalon where their son becomes the weird Raven King. Though Earth that spins forever in the void remains indifferent to our suffering we humans fight over who owns the land and kill each other with weapons of war that we develop to control the truth as we evolve from hungry animals. To seek salvation from world holocaust, which humans instigate with every war, we listen to birds singing in fruit trees till we understand language of desire to generate life in struggle with death that twists us into monsters of blind faith. Trapped in the box Pandora threw away with mocking laughter in the lake of tears, the clever Jester with one thousand arms springs outward at handle-crank of despair to build world empire from our fractured states based on principle of justice for all. While watching the Superbowl football game, Hamlet opens refrigerator door to drink beer brewed in small quaint mountain town but Vesta reaches out from swirling mist and takes him dancing in Hollywood Hills as bombs destroy homes somewhere far away.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Sunday, January 21, 2024
Monsters Of Blind Faith
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