While Dancing With Hippies © Surazeus 2024 03 06 Wide aspect of red clouds that know my name turns crystal pages of elusive books with honest plan to cheat Death of her game by crowning queens who marry humble rooks though we should pay our bills on time to prove we are brave hipsters going with the groove. High bridge whole arching over ocean tides conserves strange memories immigrants discard with unspent motions in aggressive strides to claim harsh freedom with conceptual card as we breathe phone lines flowing with our voice based on cruel accolades of every choice. Obscure as Heaven everyone claims theirs, my heart at altar wound with humming wires shrouds angry passion with calm joy of bears when Zeus appoints me to direct grand choirs because I want to run for president so I can comfort orphans who lament. Foretold to ancient eyes with wingless words, weird prophecies that only children hear reveal no wisdom but what hungry birds consider true through measurement of fear which lights our darkness with shadow of love still veiling sleepless rivers from above. So many children starve in paradise where Eve stole apple from the honest snake because we claim our homeland has no price despite assurances our dreams are fake since demons of the night lift us in arms made more compassionate by jeweled charms. Time now to bomb cathedral of the clown who sings heart-wrenching elegy of faith on dome of the rock while wearing gold crown he stole from savior as our star-eyed wraith so we can build new temple for our queen who runs global baby-making machine. When I sing immaculate sigh of stars with fractured idiom only poor folk speak, I swim with star-eyed bard in Sea of Mars so deep we land on highest mountain peak that juts from agony of spinning Earth too late to know what true love may be worth. Among bombed ruins of Heaven I stroll with plans to build new homes for humble saints because twin brothers fight for who plays role as savior of the cute princess who faints while dancing with hippies in field of dreams, lonely Ophelias in polluted streams.
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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