My Lonely Angel © Surazeus 2024 09 01 My lonely angel climbing crystal stairs tries not to understand why humans cry so with the sacred book in her left hand she frees the sparrow of her aching heart who flies above the world of changing forms composed of atoms seething with desire. My lonely angel on the airplane wing listens to secret thoughts humans evade with happy songs their mothers sing in church to catch snowflakes of blessings in disguise that flutter from angel wings of sad truth to heal souls of orphans and refugees. My lonely angel waiting by the door calls out names of souls who drown in the sea while sailing ships to escape tyranny so nameless ghosts can find the Promised Land where they found dynasties of obscene wealth garnered by enslaving people with hope. My lonely angel writes letters to children who gaze out upstairs windows at midnight to count pretty stars that have yet to fall before they grow up and work in town stores selling magic wands to farmers and clowns who dance together to the fiddle tune. My lonely angel drives the old black car far west from Manhattan to Idaho to follow journey of the Salem Witch who scatters seeds of poems in the waste land which bloom into the gourd Kikayon tree under which the prophet weeps for your pain. My lonely angel programs how I dream by striving to transcend angst of despair when she births my mother by the wild sea as we evolve four hundred million years till we fly without wings among the clouds where God builds crystal palace of the mind. My lonely angel gives me wine to drink so I dance freely at his bacchanal with shameless love for body of my soul composed of spirit-weaving chemicals which makes me glow with conscious mind of God who feels Herself alive inside my brain. My lonely angel strums electric tune with deft fingers on lyre of Mercury while I chant ethereal wail of true love for beauty of this ever-changing world shared by eight billion dreaming human beings who fight each other over angel wings.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus meets the lonely angel on the stairway to Heaven so they share stories of human survival.
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