Urbanize Eden © Surazeus 2024 05 15 While trudging weed-choked yard inside barbed fence in search for safe haven where I can dwell free from harassment of bankers and thieves, I realize mankind has never left lost Garden of Eden, though we escaped tyranny of the old man with the sword. I pause near jagged heap of cement slabs, ribbed with rusty iron bars bent by greed, that rises round as the lost barrow mound where Beowulf lies buried with his sword, and watch huge freight ships glide past fragile bridge where pious ghosts wait for return of Jesus. Small mouse inside wood television box, chewing frazzled wires of fractured glass tube, must see me as Jupiter in the sky with thunderbolt of justice in guitar that I stole from temple of Mercury, so I sit on large tractor tire to rest. Tuning strings in harmony with the spheres of psychic energy, which animate our globe to spin in starless void of hope, I hum to analyze strange melody that vibrates verbal concepts of my dream when I improvise tale of the sly fool. When darkness clamps cold over city towers I watch long metal cars climb hill of skulls, lightbeams scratching slim red wound of the moon in soft romantic hearts of lonely souls who sit at round tables in bright-lit rooms to eat soup of sorrow with patient smiles. If I could find their tombstones in tall grass I might read names of my ancestors carved with rigid faith on cracked commandment stones, frosted with diamond edge of changeless time, but they lie scattered in countless graveyards from Chesapeake Bay to the Salish Sea. Instead of slabbing my hope-rotten corpse in neglected graveyard of empty church, where only angels sing hymns to blind clouds, incinerate my body with star flame so atoms of my body may disperse and fertilize gardens sea to shining sea. Though Adam and Eve walked outside the gate where Lilith controls apple tree of life, they colonized all river shores of Earth with gardens that expand far beyond walls to urbanize Eden with city blocks where I live homeless in the river park.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Wednesday, May 15, 2024
Urbanize Eden
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