I Try To Transform © Surazeus 2024 02 18 As I construct vast labyrinth of dreams from which I plan to escape with weird words I try to transform from rat to the wolf but get stuck in between as human being who sings to translate anguish into joy while running from bombs of tyrants and kings. Yet when the stage curtain comes down to hide my clumsy performance from judging eyes I try to transform from clown to the king but get stuck as farmer ploughing the field where swords of soldiers rust in shattered skulls while slaving for whims of tyrants and kings. Still the troubadour on the signless road searching for garden of beautiful girls, I try to transform from fool to the priest but get stuck as pianist in empty church where idol of god stares blankly at me evading duty to tyrants and kings. Reluctant to leave Realm of Consciousness where angels hammer words from fluid thoughts, I try to transform from rake to the seer but get stuck as sad romance novelist depicting our tangled relationships that break oppression of tyrants and kings. To manage zoo of voiceless animals whose wordless songs rely on hopeful rhyme I try to transform from clerk to the artist but get stuck as grim sales executive tasked to scam simple people of their faith by secret orders of tyrants and kings. When Hector drives fast chariot of war to defend Heaven against Beelzebub, I try to transform from horse to the car but get stuck as mute temple janitor who mops up blood after the sacrifice for gluttonous feasts of tyrants and kings. Because the golden-billed saltator knows the price of dancing in the waterfall, I try to transform from king to the god who claims he created the universe from nothing with one word of truth he speaks, but get stuck in roles of tyrants and kings. Exploring maze of dreams Ariadne wove from light rays beaming from first flash of love, I try to transform from man to the angel who transcends material nature of being, but get stuck as me, and nobody else, recording foul crimes of tyrants and kings.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Sunday, February 18, 2024
I Try To Transform
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