Humming Room Of Fate © Surazeus 2025 04 27 With nothing better than love to believe in Thor creeps along the fence line round nine hills to find the angel fallen from the sky who howls in anguish at loss of his star that burns in aching furnace of his heart till rain drenches us on the lonely road. Unwanted places of the dancing dead, who follow dazzle of the screaming river, supports the silver sunlight in the wind that leads Thor to the humming room of fate where children play board games forever, bored while their parents work in car factories. Threading haze of morning with soft voices of factory workers trudging on wet roads, the chestnut angel, bearing bowls of doom, gives poisoned food to children by the prison who transform into mushrooms with red eyes that sprout from televisions in the mud. Venus weaves living moment of perception with conscious passion of the clinking glass to drink the whiteness of the boundless sky while laughing cats congregate in the church to ask the dead man writhing on the cross why he never returns till end of time. Regret for sorrow of the rain-blurred hills inspires the fallen angel with one eye to rebuild walls of Heaven from cracked skulls of dinosaurs who once roamed hills of Earth despite the promise they may win the prize, trapped in glass cubicle of fractured eyes. Rose-cheeked Adonis returns home at dawn with wild boar he killed on the mountain slope, then hosts grand barbecue for everyone who works with his son at the factory, while Venus, his aging wife in blue jeans, gives beer to all while smoking cigarettes. Rain adds rank wisdom to the gushing river that overflows weed-tangled banks of hope when Venus sees young Thor lounging alone, so she embraces him with eager arms and begs him to expand her state of mind while bald Adonis fries steaks at the grill. Falling in the river as they embrace after rolling on the steep primrose bank, Thor and Venus drown in flood of desire while kissing their own shadows in the brook, so Adonis eyes Juliet with a wink, but she runs away with Sir Lancelot.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus fishes bodies of Thor and Venus from the river, prays for their souls, then buries them behind the abandoned church.
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