War-Rubbled Road © Surazeus 2025 01 27 Through readjustment of the homeward sign the crow from fractured television screen soars laughing over maze of crowded streets to scatter demon seeds as psychic baits that trap conceptual minds in Wonderland for which cruel Cinderella is so fond. "Sit down with me on park bench of despair and let me pluck crow feathers from your hair while I tell story of the fallen god who was famous till exposed as the fraud for scamming people of money and dreams by casting sweet erotic spells of seems." Except for migrants on war-rubbled road who wander waste land of the mocking toad we drive to work each day to do the thing that keeps us bound with psychedelic ring to bull economy of our great state because nobody can escape their fate. Whacking the raven on its fragile head, Cinderella wonders if God is dead, because nobody ever answers prayers despite her analysis of deep layers composing matrix of the human brain that programs memories of the shrieking train. Clutching her head as she rocks on the lawn, Cinderella wonders why it is dawn thirteen thousand years after she was born so she chomps with hunger on bitter corn and shouts at shadows hiding in the bank who refuse to pay after her yacht sank. Twisted by confusing government rules which create prisons out of public schools, Cinderella rides white horse of false pride to parade down empty streets where ghosts hide in books that run with foxes in the woods to record events in poor neighborhoods. Because nothing in world of images is like anything in dreams of hostages, Cinderella calls Jesus on the phone but he tells her he wants to be alone, so she rides the merry-go-round in tears to explore the world for ten thousand years. Though chimes of freedom ring across the land at sudden strike of the divine god-hand, Cinderella extends umbrella heart to shelter people getting torn apart, but millions of the disenfranchised cry as bloody tears flow from her wounded eye.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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Monday, January 27, 2025
War-Rubbled Road
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Orpheus walks with migrants on the war-rubbled road to find the Promised Land seen in happy television shows of the apocalypse.
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