Blood Of The Fallen Angel © Surazeus 2024 02 11 The leaf that falls alone into my hand contains secret song of the fallen angel who walks beside me on the broken road with the radio that plays old Broadway tunes till he lies down on lost library steps to meditate on truth ten thousand years. The glass that glitters on the windowsill contains sacred tears of the fallen angel who watches silly television shows about the Air Force pilot and the clown engaged in dire missions to save the world from tyrants who try to control our brains. The painting of the white horse in the church contains cruel riddles of the fallen angel who attends the annual conference of poets to trick them with new rules for writing verse that confuse factory workers without hope to praise the princess on the elephant. The antenna on the old rugged cross contains mental dreams of the fallen angel who prances in the crowd on Christmas Eve to celebrate fall of the global empire that frees the people to fight civil wars over whose Jesus Idol is more real. The bridge that spans abyss of watching eyes contains false memories of the fallen angel who invites us to his house by the sea where his grandmother bakes us apple pie while we watch world war on the evening news over who will rule New Jerusalem. The jeweled crown I forged from dragon bone contains star power of the fallen angel who declares himself President for Life while his Knights of the Round Table arrest rebels against fascist authority that God bestows on him with Hand of Fate. The Holy Grail on my computer desk contains royal blood of the fallen angel who incarnates every three hundred years to reign as messiah with Word of Truth while his sons build castles on river hills to colonize the world with mindless faith. The quill that quivers lost on the sea strand contains strange stories of the fallen angel who waits for turning of the wheel of stars to rise as Hidden Dragon of world power and design United Nations of Earth based on justice and liberty for all.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Sunday, February 11, 2024
Blood Of The Fallen Angel
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