Special Magic Car © Surazeus 2025 03 12 Imperfect passion of my potent prayer, which stirs vibrations in the silent air, inspires my heart to wear mask of Dead God entrapped in marble idol on the wall whose eyes blow souls of light to seed the world with primal trees of anguish for the herald. Erecting fertilizing eye through faith in patient flutter angel wings express, I ponder if my soul is real at all since I gestated in the peach-flesh pod, and now dig furrows with aggressive plow while pausing now and then to wonder how. Now drifting from old complicated rules that dictate method to exploit mind tools, our hearts consume delicious thoughts of hope from mutant demon stuck inside pear cake while pious worshippers of faceless gods pen solemn hymns with quills dipped in my blood. Thus I compile proverbs of life success in subtle fairy tales of wicked wives who quilt eccentric memories of cows in long meandering formulas of fate to preach redemption at the broken gate where songs of freedom count for so much less. Diffused from sources lost in dusty halls, kept hidden by custodians of our truth, shared memory of our history recompiled numbs fierce ambitious men to change the world with bold consensus of defensive faith that disturbs complacent societies. Tangible table of my dreaming brain preserves edible jokes in psychic code never translated yet by the lake horse whose spirit multiplies in countless crows that gather laughing round my open door to sing in harmony with my lyre tune. Not one single arrogant king of pride will inherit this Earth they claim as theirs for they are nothing more than clumps of clay strutting their brief hour on stage of false fate, since with electric light of shuddered dawn they dissipate from divine breath of truth. If you would buy this special magic car with cryptocurrency from clueless clown, that drives itself on the highway to Hell, you might lament crashing our ship of state with confidence of the Titanic captain who breaks America we love too well.
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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Wednesday, March 12, 2025
Special Magic Car
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Orpheus rides the oversized special magic car in the vast maze of America on vain quest to find the Crown of Thorns that Jesus threw in the sea.
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