Dark Halls Of Heck © Surazeus 2024 05 08 Constantly stuck deep in dark halls of Heck, filling out endless bureaucratic forms for grim devils in gray suits who are strict about proper procedures, I attempt to float on breath with Julian of Norwich and eat rye bread made by Margery Kempe. When I attempt to map dark halls of Heck based on statues of gods in maze of myths, I find its winding streets of haunted homes curl out beyond edge of one single page in spirals of words from every world tongue, and looks nothing like the map Dante drew. Milling grain for beer in dark halls of Heck, I seek to understand the voice of god who howls at me in gentle summer breeze, so in moonlight I sing with thirsty bats till I find the abandoned iron rod that son of Jesus wields as the Sea King. Seeking warm comfort in dark halls of Heck, I flee confining walls of paradise, where angels slave in vast satanic mills, to wander sun-lit shores of Windermere where ghost of William Langland strums a lute while chanting vision of his mystic dream. If I fail to escape dark halls of Heck with skull of Orpheus I stole from Jove, I might never begin my pilgrimage to stand on Mount Zion with ghost of God, and pray at the small inn in Bethlehem where Osiris was born from Word of Amen. Running from spiders in dark halls of Heck, who shriek all my failures and weaknesses through voices of celebrities and saints, I stab wings of Icarus in my heart and fly beyond stone walls of paradise to preach sermons on television screens. Typing movie scripts in dark halls of Heck, that detail life and times of scientists who write laws of the universe in code, I follow Eve from jail of paradise to gather serpent eggs for Easter feast, and play harp as she dances drunk on fame. Finding shy Lilith in dark halls of Heck, I kneel before her on one bended knee with jeweled Ring of Invisibility and ask sea witch if she will marry me, so we fly airplane to the Holy Land where Shekinah weeps tears of divine blood.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Wednesday, May 8, 2024
Dark Halls Of Heck
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