Church On The Seventh Day © Surazeus 2025 09 07 On the seventh day till the end of time the woman in the window calls my name, so I walk alone down the signless road to find glass church of the hypnotic toad who preaches salvation of dreamless trance since nobody deserves a second chance. Young woman in her cozy living room cuddles her large furry cat of bright gloom while smiling at the ghost of everywhere who stands on his head on the fragile chair till she asks him why people suffer pain so he runs out and laughs in the wild rain. Dressed in pink gown that flutters in the wind, she smirks at the man with computer mind who calculates how frail butterflies fly since she weeps silently at his cruel lie, but then she saunters on the river shore to paint magic sigils on every door. Amused at how people with fractured eyes pray for eternal life in golden skies, Ophelia explains with logical code that every conscious creature in the world will die and vanish into gleaming light, fizzled with enormous clockwork of fate. Untroubled by the loneliness of truth which she formulates with psychotic math, young woman, wearing pink gown sewn from wings of angels trapped in spiral clock of rings, describes strange beauty of this world we love to war refugees gathered in the cave. While eating apples stolen from the Tree that Adam planted by the oil-slicked sea, war refugees share photographs of homes before they were blasted by holy bombs, then conspire to overthrow the mad king who stole their memories to which they cling. Clutching soft sand with insensitive rage, gentle girl in pink dress on empty stage splits rays of light in curling threads of hope that weave our brains with lies that help us cope with naked truth that every soul will die, euphemized through proverbs of Adonai. Baking loaves of bread in the grocery store, Ophelia ponders secret of the core that spins at center of our pear-shaped globe mapped by laser beams of the psychic probe which records weird wishes that people pray when they attend church on the seventh day.
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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Sunday, September 7, 2025
Church On The Seventh Day
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Orpheus watches while Saturnus creates the Earth in six days, then plays lyre of Mercury while the satyr god feasts on roast beef and drinks wine during his rest on the seventh day.
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