Code Of Dream Jihads © Surazeus 2024 10 22 When I retrieve the sorrow you discard and swallow it with sugar-coated fear my mind expands from fractured mirror shard huge as the world run by atomic gear through cosmic engine angels operate in bid to extract bold respect from hate. The great horned owl in oak tree of concern observes lost children wearing masks of gods revel at midnight with false hope to learn chemical equations of dream jihads when they threaten kings in castles with flame if they refuse to play the Jester Game. We think we understand ourselves so well that we express desires without constraint, but something strange occurs when a church bell clangs with wordless angst of the bitter saint who drives nowhere on highway of lost hope, then writes textbook explaining how we cope. Without routine of clocks to track our needs we stumble deaf on desert railroad tracks with sacred mission to plant apple seeds our fathers stole to pay heavenly tax imposed by Dream Thief in high castle tower whose lonely son spends years painting one flower. Programming code of dream jihads all night, I redesign world paradigm of truth that must include state secrets of soul flight preached as salvation by messiah sleuth whose never-seen face shines with stellar beams which luminate concept of mental seems. Impact of changes in the atmosphere conceal aggressive greed of oligarchs who fume with rage that we do not revere their attempts to duplicate meadow larks, which represents our sacred right to vote for the wizard who navigates our boat. Content to browse books in library stacks where ghosts of the dead listen to our thoughts, we watch Janus hone double-bladed ax with intent to lead army of robots to fight King Midas when he steals the crown that Jesus wears when he drives around town. Watching Arthur forge sharp sword from the stone that fell with blazing light from field of stars, we listen as Death plays flute carved from bone till Barsanti invents engines for cars we drive as time machines on signless road to meditate in swamps with the God Toad.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus asks the God Toad for the meaning of life and she croaks about laughter of the river wave.
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