Tyranny Of Castle Kings © Surazeus 2024 01 04 Evading boredom through the escapade that launches wisdom on sharp rocket wings, I laugh from mirror of the ghost-mind fade till scream of dawn reshapes the glass-moon rings with shocking revelation that Death knows good and evil mean nothing to wise crows. With clacking shift of motor engine gears which realigns the clock-work universe, I race vast maze of asphalt city spheres to battle gangsters who would kill the nurse because she heals the broken hearts of girls who dance at night clubs with maternal pearls. Strobe lights that flash from mirror globe of lust spark deep impulse of throbbing angel hearts to rise with sly Godzilla from star dust and dance with wild abandon of fruit carts from which their grandfathers sold vegetables, inspired by folk wisdom of parables. Escaping tyranny of castle kings and bitter judgments of the shepherd crook, wild hordes of immigrants with magic rings sail to America to clean and cook while slaving for rich sons of pioneers so their children can train as engineers. While cruising Sunset Boulevard at dusk to score sweet pixie dust from star-eyed nymphs, son of the Devil wearing mirror mask frees thousands of women from priestly pimps, then leads them safe to high mountain commune where they chant hymns with the holy buffoon. All night we dance on beach of singing waves with blond surfer dude Bacchus and his gang who hosts in deserted church midnight raves around Christmas tree where dollar bills hang, while selling cryptocoins to greedy fools who send their children to expensive schools. When Hidden Dragon in uncertain times appears with Wand of Zambor from star cave, he wins election with perceptive rhymes because he promises to free the slave entrapped by debt he owes the billionaire whose rule was prophesied by Baudelaire. Still lost in ever-changing maze of myths with perceptive Melusine by my side, I program new religion from world faiths based on justice and liberty applied with equal measure to each human being who joins the global choir of truth to sing.
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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