Fished From The Wishing Well © Surazeus 2024 05 21 If truth could be fished from the wishing well before bombs of empire destroy our homes and shatter world view of democracy, I would dispel fog of poisonous lies to cast the greedy devil back to hell so we can prosper with stories we tell. If love could be fished from the wishing well, though we wander in ruins of lost dreams searching for tattered photos of our lives, I would shelter our hearts from bitter hate to recalculate our journey through fate so we can rebuild in the Promised Land. If faith could be fished from the wishing well, lost in the endless maze of social myths despite attention of the careless moon, I would drill down in deep caverns of doubt to release secret code of fertile thought so we can restore Eden with our tears. If hope could be fished from the wishing well, triggered by passion of exploding brains far beyond pearly gates of tyranny, I would design puzzle of numb despair to translate language of ethereal air so we can breathe spirit of dreaming stars. If peace could be fished from the wishing well, trapped by legal code of the burning bush high on smoking mountain of the blind ghost, I would prophesy process of world war to meditate on ziggurat of skulls so we can restore rude religious rites. If health could be fished from the wishing well for souls endowed with inalienable rights, enforced by our Goddess of Liberty, I would invent cure for every disease to resurrect souls in children we bear so we can live in memories they share. If trust could be fished from the wishing well, revealed through visions of apocalypse, complete with angels on wings of desire, I would expose his venal treachery to smash his pride with Stone of Sisyphus so we can unite all nations of Earth. If death could be fished from the wishing well in spirals from first flash of the big bang through stars that generate planets with souls, I would evolve as god from sea of life to create paradise with crafting hands so we can tend fruit in the Tree of Truth.
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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