Chasing Vain Happiness © Surazeus 2025 08 13 To fly to Heaven on the paper plane, while searching for strange beauty of the plain, I leap beyond limits of gold-brick walls and tumble to Earth where blind angel crawls, then stand and laugh at my own foolishness, exhausted from chasing vain happiness. If this mirror reflects ache of my heart that correlates with fate of my star chart, I wonder at the mask that hides my face people buy and sell in the marketplace, tricked by the mad princess of craftiness impoverished from chasing vain happiness. I want to own my own dream-fertilized land to grow enough food with my blood-stained hand so everyone in our nation can eat instead of having to play trick or treat when the rich acquire wealth through laziness, bankrupted from chasing vain happiness. To control the people of our great state who clamor desperate at the pearly gate I strike with punishment swift as the storm and mete out reward to those who conform, yet fear always impairs social progress, depleted from chasing vain happiness. Since strict demonic energy of hope fuels aggressive methods I use to cope, I follow winding river through the cove past gate of the devil afraid of love who trembles at spark of our jolliness, bewildered from chasing vain happiness. With ardent force of urgent innocence I twist back forward without precedence to realign conceptual state of mind which I employ for yet-born souls to find how not to falter from kind loneliness, overwhelmed from chasing vain happiness. Through haze of images programmed by words I follow frantic flight of fearless birds to study transient beauty of this world embodied by sons of the cosmic herald who guard hermetic code of loftiness, justified from chasing vain happiness. Since he rejects existence of non-being through contradiction of the flightless wing, he falls into the bottomless void of truth which transforms him into messiah sleuth who wears formless face of Parmenides, mystified from chasing vain happiness.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus lounges on porch of the public library to watch people hurry past on their way to work, then improvises song about chasing vain happiness.
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