When Women Collapse © Surazeus 2024 12 23 Sordid beauty of sharp aesthetic light brightens faces with astonishing peach, soft as glowing sorrow people conceal when we pay attention to mute despair spilling from half-open mouths in dire angst forgotten each morning in time for work. High-powered weapon of my wordless hands transforms illusion of our shared world view which divides into opposing world views claiming authority of valid truth, till the view founded on lies will collapse to make way for the view based on real truth. False views require energy to maintain so, though their enforcers oppress and kill, they fall exhausted from fear in the end, and what is true about the world remains since it requires naught but calm honesty from believers to continue their lives. Old woman who nursed the soul of the world picks figs and pomegranates from steel trees to feed lost hungry orphans in the streets till one grows up to play Persephone who becomes pregnant from the silent owl so she teaches her son how to make guns. When the old grow mute from fighting for truth, the young steal the stories they left in books to play the drama prophets warned against till daughters of Death huddle in the church and plot revolution against the king who tries to steal their incarnation eggs. Civilizations will always collapse when women collapse from fear and despair, exhausted by working while men trade lies forged into coins from gold bones of the Earth, yet they gather children composed of words to build Republic of Zarathia. Extending crippled hands of twisted trust, women scatter seeds of faith in the soil to grow wheat that angels use to bake bread so we gather in bleak cathedral ruins to eat flesh of the Earth and drink its blood, then party wild till the apocalypse. When I grow sick with cancer of despair, I operate on myself on the church alter, dissecting layers of psychotic trauma programmed by berserk ancestors in dreams, till I, ensorcelled by conceptual faith, design Republic of Zarathia.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Monday, December 23, 2024
When Women Collapse
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Orpheus helps the woman who collapses, supporting her as he guides her to the river shore where she drinks sorrow of society to gain strength of love.
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