Star Woman Who Lives © Surazeus 2024 02 05 Star woman who lives in the apple tree shows me how faithful people can live free, but when I get to their church before dawn I stand dazed and confused on the wet lawn because her vision flutters on white wings of butterflies transcending rainbow rings. Star woman who dances on golden clouds shows me how to organize ghosts in crowds but when I open book of ancient tales they swirl around me slow as ocean whales because she weaves my eyes in diamond brain that refracts laughter of children in rain. Star woman who leaps abyss of despair shows me how to build the heavenly stair but when I arrive at the pearly gates my entrance is blocked by the mocking Fates because I carry bag of bleeding scrolls I wrote to criticize cruel fascist trolls. Star woman who tends roses on the moon shows me how to write the dragon-bone rune but when I buy gas at the soda mart my fortune is programmed by the star chart because she wants to crown me cosmic herald though I can foresee weird fate of the world. Star woman who floats over sea of eyes shows me how to train conceptual spies but when I ride the subway down to Hell I crawl from shadow of the forest well because I want to marry Melusine who runs world baby-production machine. Star woman who designs world brain of dreams shows me how to navigate mountain streams but when I walk in cave where Plato cooks I meet nameless characters of lost books because our bodies are chemical flames we must maintain through political games. Star woman who beams from computer screen shows me how to unwind my spirit gene but when I figure out my origin I sing as grandson of the Puritan because she wakes in my immortal mind as Word Witch pious angels have enshrined. Star woman who reigns on star pyramid shows me how to measure the cosmic grid but when I find first flash of the big bang I encode wisdom in riddles with slang because she molds my body with free will when we make love on the muse-haunted hill.
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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