Chessmaster Of Time © Surazeus 2025 03 01 Luminous salamander of my heart rejoices when rain falls on maple leaves because she reigns as chessmaster of time when she maneuvers dictators and kings to believe they can fly on divine wings yet fall into the sea of arrogance. If the moon becomes the white horse of hope who gallops toward me on the open field, I may drive east across the prairie road while singing holy songs of grim despair which opens hole of possibility though another war is soon to begin. Among the lonely daffodils of fate we shall stop beside the rotting oak and eat sweet honey from heart of the world while contemplating where we shall go next on the secret journey of our own play for we are the stars of our cute romance. Though quicksilver storm of the holy mask crackles over vast fields of wheat and corn, we shall dance through the wild radio song with spectral sheets of anguish turned to joy when we join the grand victory parade swept by the wind down lonely small-town streets. Someday I want to see the Star Heart Sea which covers half our lumpy spinning globe with sparkling water of pacific calm so I can meet the Goddess of Despair who teaches me to show mercy to all though her eyes crackle with the judgment flame. Somnolent beauty of the apple tree sparks ponderous hunger of my stubborn heart to preach theology of mortal faith that every conscious creature dies someday and floats to nothing in stark empty light with soft distempered soul of unconcern. I never find tombs where my ancestors lie rotting in coffins of unshielded scorn till bones of their special characters form structure of bleak hills where children play chase with seamless fabric of our lost world view that flaps as melancholy flag in wind. Yet flowers of our bodies woven taut with private memories of lost childhood hours shine on the other side of silver light ten thousand years longer than empires last, prophesied by kind chessmaster of time who rides white horse of hope to Scythia.
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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Saturday, March 1, 2025
Chessmaster Of Time
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Orpheus never tells anyone he meets on the signless road of fate that he is the chessmaster of time who always wins.
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