Mountain Of The Lord © Surazeus 2024 10 17 The sudden roust of howling in the church leaves my stone brain suddenly in the lurch to tumble down from Mountain of the Lord and sprawl on rancid meadow of the sword more lonely than sad angel on the wall whose moan suggests I should answer the call. Disease lurks in dark waters of the fount too easy for me to record the count of sorrows strangers toss in well of tears from vain attempts to extricate their fears piercing their hearts as a rose-triggered thorn till demons wake at soul-blast of the horn. With superstitious urgency of faith, which radiates from god eyes of the star wraith, I scribble riddles blind angels dictate that should teach mankind how to navigate maze of myths were we wander lost in lies, never knowing who works for him as spies. As noble representative of truth, commissioned to play the messiah sleuth for world-wide audience of grim theists, I hammer Death with curse that God exists though no one haunts palaces of gold clouds except crucified clown wrapped in the shroud. Accoutered church constructed from god bones, where vampire priest preaches to faithful clones, echoes with soft voice of Leviathan who slithers in the ruined Parthenon where I recite with voice of Jupiters belligerent epic of philosophers. In sacred hall of faceless ghosts I sing about Icarus and his broken wing who flies to Heaven where Jesus resides in garden of fruit as Queen Mermaid hides till harpies gather in vast ring of stones to play haunting tunes on draconic bones. Before haloed face of our Fairy Queen I pledge true love to marry Melusine who casts runes from the well to prophesy hour I begin to reign as Adonai, so I send jetplanes to bomb paradise, then sell empty lots above market price. Calculating what each human is worth, I measure landscape of the spinning Earth to build world empire that negates all wars which allows everyone to operate stores selling art they create with magic words that replicate philosophy of birds.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Thursday, October 17, 2024
Mountain Of The Lord
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Orpheus stops into the empty church in the small English town by the sea.
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