Wickedness Of Humble Gods © Surazeus 2025 07 31 Assembled in the Septisolium, the seven Sibyls of the ancient world vote for high priestess to reign as Ishtar who performs her role in globe theater with courage of ecstatic heresies that flicker as stones deep in flowing streams. When holy spirit of the reborn world undulates over meadows of wild flowers I bind anxiety of aimlessness with fierce assertion of the dragon bone through devastating grief of consciousness entangled in brambles of constant hope. Reluctant to appease aggressive men with foreign concept of volatile faith, she roasts sea-dragon steaks on flaming grill for people gathered on the ziggurat to feast on nostalgia of social dread where purple petals swirl in evening air. Unloved by phantoms of the nameless dead who haunt library halls of college towns, she lies in hammock by the river shore beneath the mountain of the howling clown who appears at midnight as the white wolf aware that she still loves the fallen god. Through curving river of time-tapered dawn we swim beyond grim sorrow of cold fear to shiver helpless on bright ocean shore, amazed at beauty of this changeless world that jolts our stubbornness for coiling time that swirls unmoving through cracks of regret. Blue gleaming fish of political views flops wildly on the marinated sand to speak of social values we should share that caters to petroleum innocence if Saturn shelters Ishtar from the storm with bright sincerity of honest love. Pianos ring across white desert dunes, transported on steel wings of Icarus, to highlight wickedness of humble gods who plot new revolution against hate exploding from pool where Narcissus drowns by sending get-well cards to dethroned kings. When horses break from stones of verity at haunting toll of glass cathedral bells, we gather round the fountain pool as ghosts to ask World Savior for faces to wear till we disappear in long symphonies which entrance the rich with strange fantasies.
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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Thursday, July 31, 2025
Wickedness Of Humble Gods
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Orpheus and Ophelia fish together in the mountain lake and listen to birds chirp in fruit trees.
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