Maze Of Howling Gods © Surazeus 2025 07 01 Each time he dies in another car crash he jumps into the portal of his mind to time-travel back to before he turned the wrong way down the maze of howling gods where he goes searching for the lotus pond to sell delusions of the empty soul. After escaping from vast maze of streets by sidestepping slanted cathedral rays, he wanders in the woods of singing trees to find the creek monster with rainbow eyes who always seems to know the way he feels while staring in silver water of fate. Standing in tall grass by the silver pond, he stares at the white house across the field beneath the roiling clouds of black despair where ghost of his mother bakes apple pies, so he wakes in cold water of regret to baptize his soul in laughter of truth. The distant point of light that is the sun, which shimmers through thin veil of eerie mist, casts sword of fire across the silver bay where he sits in the boat his father built and ponders how to find the Holy Grail beyond the far horizon of his mind. Born again as nameless baby of hope after each car crash on highway of greed, he gets work as nature photographer who captures image of the white egret as she snags rainbow-colored pingo fish that wriggles to escape the jaws of death. Despite bold confidence of the dark sky, he sails frail boat of doctrine on cruel waves across electric absence of respect to find footsteps of children in beach sand where feathers hide their laughter of weird joy in silted shadows of languid desire. Pungent scent of apples fallen in tall grass remind him of the stink of bubbling gas that drags fake prayers of futile urgency across hot asphalt punctured by grim pride contained in blueberries of twilit grief through twisted agony of nothingness. Since lilies bloom in blameless harmony that blends toxins of perfumed ecstasy in bonding chain of petals forged by faith, he drinks intoxicating worship of the crowd while shouting spells of fabled prophecies to express heretical gift of words.
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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Tuesday, July 1, 2025
Maze Of Howling Gods
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Orpheus photographs the egret eating the rainbow-colored fish, then walks toward the house across the field that never explodes from false hope.
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