So They Close Their Eyes © Surazeus 2024 02 29 The people dance in gold waves of the sea because they would like to embrace the moon but they stand breathless without memory and listen to beat of horse hoofs on sand excite their hearts with knowledge of the drum so they close their eyes and become the light. The people wearing tattered robes of faith pick olives from ten-thousand-year-old trees till men with guns descend on metal wings, demanding they cease choosing to rebel for their actions are political games so they close their eyes and become the trees. The people gathered around trucks of food shout at the bullets that turn into bees though they lie down and play dead in the wind when flames of faith eradicate their souls and rain that never falls deletes their names so they close their eyes and become the bombs. The people who want green wind to create their bodies from branches of olive trees sail boat of bones across the sea of sand to find the girl who dances on the moon but they never get to the Promised Land so they close their eyes and become the fish. The people who count lonely stars of frost ask wily shadow fish how to explore the signless road that leads to nowhere else as if they think the gods will grant their wish when they leave their skulls on the singing rocks so they close their eyes and become the cave. The people who build houses on the cliff where trail of blood by trembling lantern glows will shake one thousand tambourines of glass to welcome light of dawn as nuclear flash which imitates bright divine smile of God so they close their eyes and become the flame. The people who join hands to plant new crops ignore the girl who bears pitcher of wine though she stares at her face in water eye that shines at bottom of the dark abyss who gives her silver eyes of innocence so they close their eyes and become the well. The people who run from the falling bombs surround the girl who lies dead on the sand and pray to no one in the empty sky for salvation from the tyrant of truth who devours their souls trapped in dreams of fear so they close their eyes and become the Earth.
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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