Television-Eyed Toad © Surazeus 2024 05 28 Though my face recedes in mirror of time when fantasy of my pride vanishes in glittered haze of puzzling memories, I hold fruit of grief in half-open hand, hesitant to taste sorrow still unearned, while Death carves on stone of fate my real name. Since vanity is closer than I think on broad cherubic wings of anguished hope that hover low with thunder sea-clouds keep, I dart my quick angelic eyes to catch degree of curses woven by the witch to cultivate higher celestial rank. Eager to analyze future events, still carefree in my restless dance past fate while chasing rainbows down the crowded street, I carry stones in pocket of my mind, straight as ruler that measures psychic bond displayed on stage by journalists and saints. At intersection of solace and fear, contrived by judgment of the holy fool who types endless stories that show no goal, I look beyond appearance of my bride to see White Snake of her soul she cannot hide, because I love beauty of her secret star. Every person I see on city street glows full of life refracted from the Earth in decadent beams of celestial worth reformulated through words we invent, since voice of singing trees is somehow faint, so I decide to follow my own route. Taking my family to the restaurant, I watch their faces glow with secret joy through revelation of the Eden Key as they eat fish and chips with soda cream, so I decide this sweet life is no dream composed by Death without mythic blueprint. Foolish enough to find faith in the wind that shatters homes in cities and farm towns, I record chronicle in mystic runes describing rise and fall of tyrant kings who storm state castles with esurient gangs and kill to defend their claim to this land. Whatever legend Demodocus tells, relating noble deeds of the humble shepherd who slings stones at face of the giant lizard, will always awe the wild theater crowd hypnotized by television-eyed toad, so I must answer when my Goddess calls.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Tuesday, May 28, 2024
Television-Eyed Toad
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Orpheus leads Ophelia from the underworld to new temple of the television-eyed toad.
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