Real Is Now Strange © Surazeus 2024 04 22 No more than hubris of calm petulance explains bravado of shy insolence when humble shepherd of the misty vale considers revolution might prevail with shocking passion of fake selfishness that resurrects blank mind of happiness. With bold obtuseness of the holy fool he rides fierce donkey to enforce world rule by wielding nuclear missile like dream wand he fished from horror of polluted pond to transform into white angelic cat who purrs on state desk of the autocrat. What secret code programmed by blinking rune, read only by sad witch born from the moon, conceals apocalypse in riddled verse conveniently forgotten in the curse that blazes flame of laughter from sea stone which powers robot brain of the god clone. Too long in temple of the singing snake reigns hungry king who knows all laws are fake though he is mad soul again in the flesh of bitter tyrant, son of Gilgamesh, who plays guitar on star-lit stadium stage to channel global mind of fearful rage. Awake as avatar from vampire bat who runs gambling den in old laundromat, King Midas shuffles in grove of dead trees, and sprays insecticide to kill the bees who swarm from open mouth of Melusine in civil war to rule the mind machine. Each prophet rising from their nation-state speaks words of wisdom to reprogram fate that channels spirit of all citizens by polishing their heart as psychic lens through which we dream wise gods in empty skies who watch us live with kaleidoscope eyes. Eager to live while my body of light can function well with chemicals of sight, I balance energy and form through dance of graceful accident from random chance till I meet Death at last on my own terms, and vanish with indifference of blind worms. Dispersed across cruel wilderness of hope, we learn from dire mistakes techniques to cope with nature that seems hostile to our being while floating dizzy from demonic wing that carries us through storm of social change since world truth that once seemed real is now strange.
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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