Endless Maze Of Hope © Surazeus 2024 02 14 The battery-powered flame of my heart, which motivates my journey to the west, compels my body to perform its role in rigid lockstep with conceptual fate I was assigned by blind man in the tower, so I swerve to evade sharp blade of Death. Trapped in the wings Daedalus wove for me, I stumble off the tower of desire and fly on bitter attitude of faith to steal sacred fruit from the Tree of Life that sprouts from corpses of the war-time dead so I can meet my ancestors in Hell. In desert of my lonely fortitude I kneel before the Aloe vera plant to worship Goddess of the Holy Juice that fills my brain with pulsing rays of light which gives me strength to walk the signless road past highway overpass where clowns drink beer. Pine trees in mountains of New Mexico dream my shadow flitting between their thoughts so they whisper the secret of true love in gentle breeze that ruffles my long hair while I sit on large stone in sunlit grove and sing to the dead with rusty guitar. For I have heard the terror in the wall while crawling on the mountain of despair so many times I integrate its tune in sacred hymns I write on broken stone then race swift chariot on the plain of pride to shoot bold arrow of authority. Yet no one finds what they are looking for when we drive down south to Scarborough Fair despite the way the jester photographs faces of strangers on the city street which are displayed on blank museum walls depicting criminals with gentle smiles. The two best friends who chat on field of war give each other cameras with secret codes so they can photograph the faceless dead who disappear in stories of the Book because they want to share beautiful love in heart-breaking song of the nightingale. I lounge and eat sweet apple of delight till I remember the terrible news that millions of faceless people with eyes are trapped inside the endless maze of hope with no way to escape rockets of hate that erase their souls from dream time of Earth.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Wednesday, February 14, 2024
Endless Maze Of Hope
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