Imitate My Clone © Surazeus 2024 03 03 I could not say the reason for her eyes except to claim I make the clouds expand because red horses gallop past the wind while I kneel weeping before the black rose to prove my love is more real than the car that steals its engine from the screaming star. With open windows letting birds fly in, I rearrange library books to match color scheme of frogs devised by the witch who teaches me to imitate my clone in subtle game of politics we play in vain attempt to outwit the star fay. This veil of elegant ballet I wear to hide my eyes from horrors of the war conceals no more than machine of stark fear which motivates son of the sorcerer to counterspell graceful leap of faith with howling anguish of the hope-blind wraith. Yet we still gather in the church to pray with pure hearts dedicated to expand Empire of Jesus to rule every land with harsh punishment of mental decay since I am bloodline of the Holy Grail, destined to rule Earth with my victim tale. Her eyes explode my brain with bees of joy each time I paint grand mural that presents glorious deeds of immortal presidents who rule our empire that will never die with Holy Book and Gun to prove our God enforces his law with the justice squad. When the young mother who gave birth to twins sees their souls after they are killed by bombs, she transforms into dragon of brave wombs to play eerie tunes on flute of their bones while leaders of great nations swim in pools to chat about how they control their fools. With plan to nullify electoral votes before the Furies from mindless abyss drag him screaming in fear from the White House, the traitor tries to abrogate our rights till Jupiter arrests him for his crimes and condemns him to imitate mad mimes. Adjusting magic ring with emerald gem on finger of the woman I love most, I learn from her weird secret of the ghost when she teaches me to interpret dream that haunts me every morning when I wake till she baptizes me in Star-Eyed Lake.
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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