Eurydice Reborn From Rain © Surazeus 2024 04 13 How thoughtful of the sky to cleanse my soul with name of every soul who ever lived on every planet in the multiverse since they all spiraled from first flash of light and fall as drops of rain onto my world to bloom in flowers singing as I dance. From shadow ride four horsemen of despair to wreak destruction on my garden world so people who deserve to live with joy are slaughtered by their life-consuming greed and slave enchained in mining caves of Hell to dig diamonds and jewels from heart of Earth. On bombed ruins of castles and cathedrals we built steel-framed towers of mirrored glass wired with computers that calculate wealth to form global network of thinking chips evolving into supernatural brain that dreams virtual world from our memories. I drive my car on winding suburb streets where flocks of deer graze on the spacious lawns of houses nestled in forest of oaks where moon-eyed ravens on telephone lines discuss philosophy of ancient seers forged between idealists and atomists. Escaping tower room where she grew up, protected by her mother from the world where she never saw disease, age, or death, Lost Princess runs along lush river shore to hide in cavern of the lonely mage who gives her apple of the serpent sun. Six thousand years later of spinning time she teaches kids in elementary school how to recite and write the alphabet, those magic runes of serpents in the well her father snatched from the water of life, so they can study history of the world. Bright diamond gleaming with primal starlight, that pulses deep inside core of my heart, reveals creation of our universe evolving into globes teaming with life, so I walk signless road to Wonderland where my soulmate recognizes me first. She follows me from cavern of despair while I play lyre wired with strings of my heart and sing sweet hymn to tragedy of love but, fearing she no longer follows me, I look back to see stars in her eyes so she smiles and jumps in my loving arms.
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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