Worship The Golden Car © Surazeus 2024 03 26 Empty white bowl on table of the mind waits for rain of memories to redesign how gray clouds glow in the late evening sky with desperate passion of the insane crow that glares at me with lightning-fractured eye as he pecks at locked front door of my home. Toy rifle in hands of the running boy designates brave courage of the empire that conquers the world in the name of truth and sends fierce soldiers to fight to the death who return home to commodify joy they sell in stores to people of desire. Great city shining on the hill of skulls becomes center of social gravity that draws from country towns into its core broken-hearted people who escape schools eager to build towers of liberty where they bow and worship the Golden Car. White turtle crawling on the signless road might be supreme deity of the stars disguised as lowly animal men fear when they gather in Temple of the Toad but call each other on the telephone to purchase stock shares of the rolling stone. We attempt to organize with blind eyes new disassembled puzzle of the world according to strange ideology of national faith in theology that all we believe is programmed by spies who work secretly for the cosmic herald. Trudging down narrow trail of scattered phones, I search for oldest woman in the world somewhere deep in Grand Canyon of the heart who determines our fates with her star chart according to how the dragon lies curled when young couples apply for mortgage loans. I wake as incarnation of rune god named Odin who stands on ruins of time staring at millions of mute faceless souls driven mad by hunger for clever rhyme when they wander lost without social roles, abandoned to death by the justice squad. When cargo ship of state loaded with dreams, we sell each other in exchange for faith, collides with frail Bridge of Forgetfulness, our broken bodies fall in gushing streams that carry us to Sea of Happiness where we drown in eyeball of the God Wraith.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Tuesday, March 26, 2024
Worship The Golden Car
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