Singing Scorpion Of Faith © Surazeus 2025 06 02 Though sorrow erases mouth of my mind I feel the singing scorpion of my tongue emerge from shadow of unspoken hopes to sting blind demon of despair with love though misery suffocates enduring souls who follow Eurydice from Sheol. With tedious recitation of dream spells in glass church of the singing scorpion I open ten thousand mouths of the dead who wish to partake in the sacrament to seek dubious blessing of divine grace embodied by ghost in the empty chair. Impassable threshold of broken doors obstructs progression of the hungry spy who transcribes riddles hidden in smooth stones based on code of the singing scorpion who performs role of my psychotherapist according to morals of butterflies. Scraping political posters off walls of cathedrals and museums with fear, Sirius searches forest of glass oaks for quaint cottage where Eurydice dwells to tend garden of the singing scorpion despite how fast the clock of her heart ticks. Building tables, dressers, and writing desks that shimmer brightly in gray morning fog, Sirius tells the singing scorpion tragic tales blind ballerinas perform though bombs blast theater of the absurd into fragments of mirrors without eyes. Raspberries glisten with red dew of dawn where the hypnotized robot princess walks each morning in apple groves of weird fate to feed the singing scorpion of faith dream words she scrapes from television screens because time blurs into false memories. No baffling system of the government will stop the complicated game of wealth that Sirius plays with cheat code of faith invented by the singing scorpion who asks Eurydice if she would like to rule the world as princess of the tree. These lies we tell in tangled verse of pride unravel with each truth we hide in eggs refracting light rays of the cosmic wraith in psychic bond that nurtures our respect though we keep winding clock of charity still controlled by the singing scorpion.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus returns from Elysium to find Sirius and Eurydice tending the garden of the singing scorpion who transforms into their daughter Ophelia.
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