Hidden In The Forest © Surazeus 2024 10 23 Though I seek questions hidden in the forest I never leave the crowded city streets because the profit-makers and dream-brokers have built this vast confusing maze of myths where children play hide and seek with their gods who bomb their fairyland to heaps of lies. I would follow the proud victorious ones who walk around with star-flames in their hands but they dwell higher up the pyramid in glorious palace of the mirror mind far from the crowd of lonely wanderers who sing tragic elegies to themselves. The answers to the questions I still seek far beyond broken walls of paradise reveal indifferent honesty of greed which motivates our quest to find the jewel where first flash of the big bang may still gleam with complex patterns of family romance. Slouched on the mattress in my mobile home, I watch cute situation comedies on fuzzy color television tube which flashes bright as lights on flying saucers when aliens hover over weedy field where I go to steal apples from the orchard. Sweet white-haired lady with the talisman, who lives next door with her black cat of death, asks me every morning where I am hiding, and who I am that I must wear glass mask, so I show her overturned river boat radiant with mystery of the pathless forest. With wink of clever wisdom in her heart she leads me in dark forest of her dreams to show me those ephemeral human faces that wander with fawns in the curious mist so I extend my hands to measure Earth then open book that hides my family tree. Through infinitely changing word of the mind I breathe divine wind of the endless road because hot stone shining on my mute tongue considers silence of the ocean wave recording dreams of strangers on the shore who give me songs as bombs destroy their homes. Meticulous records of broken lives hide in books on time-locked library shelves so I steal them from the blind storm-god and sell them in closed-church parking lot to people who would rather buy hamburgers so they can ride merry-go-round of fame.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Wednesday, October 23, 2024
Hidden In The Forest
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Orpheus finds video tape of an old fantasy movie starring his favorite dead actress hidden in the forest as bulldozers arrive to build a shopping mall.
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