Wounded Hands Of Icarus © Surazeus 2024 09 06 Eve throws the poisoned apple at my head as if it were grenade of thought discord, so I ride horse on plain of psychic war to steal the mirror that reflects my soul so all the wingless angels of the Earth sell laughter to each other for its worth. No city is the ideal replica that imitates Heaven in formal style, yet we oppress the sweetness of respect, grown indolent in summertime of fate, when hearing drone of honeybees all day who mock the lonely losers who still pray. Unfolding wings with feathers of the swan, sewn by the wounded hands of Icarus, Isolta struts down to the laughing sea with blind-folded philosophers of love taught by the humming frog to calculate riddles carved on the temple walls of fate. Mapping network of roads binding the Earth in global community of mad clowns, Romeo searches crowded smoky bars to find Cinderella typing weird jokes, but she is swimming alone in the pool where Tristan talks about founding some school. Growing impatient with the multitude who always exercise their right to vote, Orpheus studies bats in Texan cave while Ophelia collects seeds of herbs, then drive together on the desert road to join meditation of the God Toad. Red seahorse floating in aquarium tank explains to children from the holy school that if they want to avoid tragedy they should find the weirdest person to love, so Adam leaves Lilith by the dead tree to crown Eve new Goddess of Liberty. He travels swiftest who travels alone, Minerva preaches to the cheering choir, then flies helicopter on angel wings to hunt the Minotaur in maze of lies who tries to crown himself King of the World till he is captured by the cosmic herald. After Lucifer falls in cave of Hell, Jesus transforms how humans offer love, then Adam ascends pyramid of power where Amen invents world religious rites, then Icarus flies starship to the moon where Ishtar plays an American Tune.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus wonders how Eurydice is doing these days painting landscapes in the woods of Oregon.
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