Unwinds Clockless Time © Surazeus 2025 03 22 Stars sink into the dusty yard of sad, uwinding clockless time of random thoughts that swindle mystery of its puzzling truth so we forget soft why of arrogance when children tiptoe past the room of death where asters burst through windows of disgust. My body encased in ghost-sheen of frost breaks free from dragon egg of naked hope when I wake in darkness of empty rooms and drive through light of endless waning moons forever over contours of my brain that match the landscape of unshadowed vales. Each river that loses its sacred name in swirling indifference of the blind sea describes annunciation of rebirth where nameless swimmers search for my real home to howl each time they emerge for fresh air with visitation of angelic ghouls. The painting of the woman on the wall who calls to the fisherman in the boat that floats between lonely hills and glow clouds reveals uneasy doubts I try to hide in bowl of tangerines beside the book that seems to record tale of the last god. When I go back to the house for the book presenting story of the cosmic herald, I get stuck in time loop of false desire through inquisition of the holy cult based on hypothetical creed of faith, awake on tranquil bay of innocence. As displaced person of the jungle tribe, clutching relic of my fear-broken god, I meditate on nature of the heart in cold cement prison cell of fear, stuck in limbo between Heaven and Hell that reflect state of mind I imitate. Still priest of Hermes in old temple ruins, I play the sacred flute of haunting angst that weaves pure darkness of the lonely heart in star-stained fragrance of barley and wine while I guide you on the shadowy path to lightless Underworld of faceless ghosts. Yet Caliban emerges with green blood from treacherous womb of the willow witch to sing ice-crystal absence of the heart with heart-amending melody of faith that gushes from eyes of the jester king who uwinds clockless time of riddle dreams.
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 22, 2025
Unwinds Clockless Time
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Orpheus measures progress of unwinding clockless time to analyze consequences of the time loop where America breaks into warring states.
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