Memorial Song Of You © Surazeus 2024 05 27 Stuck within core of the merry-go-round, as giant eye dreaming inside black hole at center of our spinning galaxy, I dream-play entire process of your life as conscious entity who names itself immortal I that thinks it must be God. You are young stewardess on the airplane, flying from Doha to Dublin in clouds, who is thrown in the air and hits her head when Jupiter grabs its thin fuselage and shakes it with violent turbulence like the diner peppering his steak with spice. You are the housewife in the trailer home, cooking soup for your daughter and her son, who is thrown around inside metal box when Thunaraz hurls it across the road while riding tornado across three states till he falls asleep on the mountain peak. You are the little girl in tattered tent, playing games in a Gaza refugee camp, who is thrown across block of blasted homes when Jehovah hurls lightning bolt of bombs which shatters world view that your fathers built as castles of sand in the Holy Land. You are the nursing student at the college, jogging around the lake where Grendel sleeps, who is thrown to the ground by grasping hands when Tereus chases you in silent woods, then cuts out your tongue to censor your voice that calls for justice to the empty sky. You are the woman in the gang-run town, running for mayor to defeat the Wolf, who is thrown from the stage of public speech when Xolotl shoots bullets in your heart because you campaign to lock him in jail, assassinated by devil of cocaine. You are the mother pregnant with third child, driving your children to escape abuse, who is thrown off the cliff into the sea when Perkunas rams truck into your car because you want to live free from his greed, so you become wild mermaid of my heart. Though I imagine the pain you must feel, I hope my sympathy does not replace your own real suffering in agony with imagined suffering of my love, instead I want to honor unjust death with memorial song that remembers you.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus plays elegy for all the lost souls of the world on memorial day.
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