Picture That Keeps Falling © Surazeus 2024 09 01 Your picture that keeps falling off the wall refuses to explain why we all die, so I run with the butterfly of hope to climb high mountain of the laughing skull where refugees from war gather at dawn to play chess and recite weird poetry. You give me apple that fell from the tree which turns into the scarlet dragon egg from which my spirit rises on wild wings so I can see world labyrinth below which I map in our new national myth that celebrates our superior state. We stop on signless road to anywhere and stare at green sun smoking in foul smog to understand lamentation of trains which carry orphans to the Promised Land where they raise children who pray in the church to the plastic king who floats in the clouds. Though I send scrolls of riddles to the clown who stands guard at the gates to paradise, he always rejects my salacious jokes as too serious to formulate fake faith which provides living guide for the new age when people celebrate our fall from grace. The rocket that keeps walking on sand dunes argues with the black-feathered swan of fear about how our bodies conjugate souls as emanations from our dreamless brains so mortal humans think they will not die though our flesh crumbles to dust in the wind. This twice daily anxiety attack is brought to you by the company that sells magic formulas in bottles of faith that will restore the spirit of your heart after Fate shatters your dreams with despair so you tend your garden and bake fruit pies. Our safe homes are cages of solitude for which we keep the keys of secret faith while she talks with her mother on the phone who lives on the other side of the world as if they dwell in the same universe which sloshes oil in blood veins of my brain. Each poet reciting verses on stage is convinced they are the Prophet of God who speaks with personal voice of the land so the planet vibrates with intense spells that echo in the waste land of the mind where I walk alone on the signless road.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Sunday, September 1, 2024
Picture That Keeps Falling
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Orpheus keeps putting your picture back on the wall of eternity.
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