Accept The Nothingness © Surazeus 2024 11 29 When I sink in the black sea of my heart and disappear in strange sorrow of time, I chortle and go skipping down the street to prove to myself my misery is lame, since no one else can see angel of death who appears only in my cold-day breath. Stuck in the middle of the happy sea, alone in the lonely boat of desire, I search my leather bag for broken key that is supposed to open every door, till black shadow of death inside my heart plots new course on my upside-down star chart. Arriving on the muddy Texas shore, with nothing but resentment and despair, I open my used paperback book store where I serve sweet coffee and cake to lure shadow of Death away from customers so they can read in peace for thirty years. Trapped in my sad marriage thirty-nine years, I leave everything behind in the house and walk the signless road with clowns and queers who wake the tigress in the church-shy mouse, so, dressed like Marilyn Monroe, I sing about the pleasure of love that can sting. Stealing colt pistol from my ninth boyfriend, I walk one thousand miles in desert waste, telling vultures I want to meet James Bond, but I can never escape my dark past, so I ask Satan at the motel pool if he can pay for my graduate school. I want to earn my horse-nursing degree, learning how to whisper state secret codes, since I hope that Pecos Bill will hire me, but I wander in swamp of Buddha Toads who chant that the secret to happiness is let go and accept the nothingness. Weird randomness of events in my life convince me God is playing jokes on me, so I tell Jesus I want to be his wife, but he just says the truth will set me free, so I wear mask of Jackie Kennedy to reign as Dragon Queen of Xanadu. Now that I am near the end of my play, I remove ten thousand masks of dead ghosts but never find my own real secret face, till Lucifer explains what true love costs, so I hold hands with Death at the last hour, safe at last as Rapunzel in my tower.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus finds Eurydice just as she follows Death into Hades while wearing the mask of Rapunzel and the pink dress of Jackie Kennedy.
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