Ever On Nowhere Road © Surazeus 2024 02 08 Forever and ever on nowhere road we travel past swamp of the royal toad, four generations of my sprawling clan who eat fried corn cakes from one old cracked pan, and somewhere lonely on the treeless plain I water the horses and wait for rain. Perhaps the world will end in nowhere land while I wait with burning book in my hand for ghost of my lover to tell me why flames of salvation swirl from empty sky, so my clan sits at the table to feast on still-pulsing heart of the hungry beast. Beginning with words of the nowhere dream that floods our wheat fields from demonic stream, I instruct my children to clean the mirror so they can hide in the shadow of terror when snarling men with guns surround our home though we pray for the holy right to roam. Alone at table of our nowhere place, I pour glass of milk for the godless face that shines with terrible victory of truth since I sell apples at our market booth in retribution for sorrow of time that vanishes with soft ring of the chime. My hand may seem to block the nowhere sun with bold adjustment of the haughty gun, yet I embrace their corpses in deep graves while our blind grandmother sings Jesus saves, but I keep bullets I clawed from their hearts in case the arrogant angel departs. Though I still remember the nowhere sky that I was born under from the sad spy, I keep long stories of dead relatives hidden in the box which Pandora gives so I can talk to their ghosts in this room who struggle from our universal womb. Deep in swirling light of the nowhere sea I find true origin of the gene key which formulates motion of conscious faith to generate life from the atom wraith who teaches me language of the star soul that explains mind function of the White Whole. Forever and ever on nowhere road, designed by thought riddles of our brain code, I walk alone with my ancestral ghosts who teach me duty of good temple hosts, so I fight tyrants who oppress mankind with holy mission my mother assigned.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Thursday, February 8, 2024
Ever On Nowhere Road
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