When The Wild Fire Burns © Surazeus 2025 01 09 Though she sees her silhouette smoke the sky she drives the gold road of mansions and palms where pretty flames of hell writhe in her eye consuming gardens while angels sing psalms when the wild fire burns the city to ash so all they have built disappears in a flash. No bells of freedom ring the midnight moon that glows red from the writhing flames of faith at frantic prayers of men who seek old boon from eyeless horror of infernal wraith when the wild fire burns the city of light so thousands escape in desperate flight. Through endless clanging of the broken clock she flees her home with nothing in her hands to seek salvation from the shattered rock which clatters instruments of marching bands when the wild fire burns the city of fears so golden statues melt in pools of tears. Delirious dance on diamond road of skulls compels lost refugees in screaming cars to hide in fragile shells of distraught schools frazzled by exuberance of haughty stars when the wild fire burns the city of hope so gurus teach classes in how to cope. Lifting white ladder from water of rage to steal bleeding hammers from gods of death, she programs formula for the next stage to fix broken tongues of the holy breath when the wild fire burns the city of faith so children photograph the blazing wraith. Awake in naked forest of black trees that bleed desire with speculative stealth, she gathers with bruised hands aggressive keys for homes destroyed by arrogance of wealth when the wild fire burns the city of gods so homeless people join neighborhood squads. Still crawling six crooked highways of truth to find hard rain that must no longer fall, she searches graveyards for messiah sleuth to heed her missionary mountain call when the wild fire burns the city of ghosts so everyone ignores the king who boasts. Yet child beside dead pony on the bridge gives rainbows to the homeless refugees who worship burning woman on the ridge whose mouth releases horde of furious bees when the wild fire burns the City of Angels so she inspires our hearts with psychic fables.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Thursday, January 9, 2025
When The Wild Fire Burns
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Orpheus flies helicopter over Los Angeles, dumping tears of angels on infernal wild fire of the apocalypse.
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