Fake Hill Of Anywhere © Surazeus 2025 06 23 The swift bird chases last song of my heart far from the human world of motor cars to weave vast network of telephone lines that connect our brains in the world wide web till I become the wild blackberry ghost when I lie on fake hill of anywhere. The distant thunder of my aching heart makes Earth vibrate with clang of angry bells that ring from churches all across the land to guarantee that supernatural god exists in brain of every human soul so I sing on fake hill of anywhere. The wind in trees calls out my secret name but I ignore their desperate cries for help as I drive motor car of honesty, that time machine that takes me where I want despite dire warnings from the scarlet crow who lures me to fake hill of anywhere. Stunned by strange beauty of the motor car that carries me through swirling eye of time, I ask the angel where she wants to go and she points to the rainbow bleeding tears of acid rain dissolving towers of glass that melt onto fake hill of anywhere. The snowflakes on the television screen define eccentric landscape of my dreams with silent shroud of angst I wear at night while I stand by the window of my mind and watch the world destroyed by flood of words from my house on fake hill of anywhere. The unicorn of arrogant dismay, who finds it difficult to arrogate official duties to the vampire brood, teaches accounting to old prisoners at community college by the farm who picnic on fake hill of anywhere. The questions children ask of wise adults confound philosophers of money games despite how many homeruns Odin hits in global game of psychic thought-control he plays with fierce ambition of despair as fake king of the hill of anywhere. I hear every tree that falls in the woods because vibration ringing in thick air ripples so far across vast lake of time that I can translate spells it means to chant about decreasing tax for common folk who worship on fake hill of anywhere.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus sits on the fake hill of anywhere and plays the lyre of Mercury to sing weird wordless songs of fantasy that on one understands.
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