Wild Sparkle Of Mirth © Surazeus 2024 02 16 Shivering trees on steep rocky hillslope explain to the little boy with sore feet how he can purchase from horned goat new hope for healing wisdom of the purple beet which he digs up from sorrow of the Earth to find again the wild sparkle of mirth. The woodpecker piercing core of his mind reveals to the little boy with three eyes how the girl with nine eyes is always kind so he walks to the vale where the crow cries with anguish of wisdom from swirling clouds to discuss nature of truth with milk cows. Alone on muddy pasture of his heart with spirit of the wolf, the little boy collects apples and mushrooms for his cart to purchase in town market ancient joy for his mother to taste before she dies, but he gets lost in woods of lonely flies. Advanced beyond shadow of the hillcrest with curious passion to observe Nowhere, the little boy, sent on his noble quest, stands surprised before the glittering stair that winds beyond infinity of faith, beckoned forth by eye-sparkle of the wraith. The world now cluttered with buildings and cars, resembling chessboard of churches and stores, recedes from silent horror of the stars that frees our mothers from their anxious doors, as the little boy climbs above it all, then wanders in to the gold heavenly hall. Standing before Zeus on his diamond throne, amused by pomposity of that god, the little boy with mobile telephone films thunder-hurling deity and squad which he posts on his social media site so his buddies can see that he was right. Asking for swift chariot that Phaethon drove, so he can tour the world as Superstar, the little boy cooks oatmeal on the stove, but races Hennessey Venom too far and finds himself carless in Neverland where he marries daughter of Peter Pan. Raising their nine daughters to play the Muse for lonely poets in vast city maze, the little boy, still young by magic ruse, thinks he will transition to the next phase when he dies, and ascend on wings to Heaven, but he rots to dirt in cave of the Raven.
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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