River Of Lost Tales © Surazeus 2025 09 03 Eager to learn strange language of stones, I kneel beside the river of lost tales to contemplate cruel beauty of its light reflected in smooth mirror of thought-flow that hides mute sorrow of my memories where no one can find them but the blind sun. Too honest for the river of lost tales, I ask Orpheus if he knows the way throughout confusing maze of godless myths, but he just smiles at death and turns away to scatter chess pieces on river mud where turtles bear them to the Promised Land. Shocked at the amount of civilized trash that floats in fragments of bitter regret as litter in the river of lost tales, I build great empire of conceptual gods with bricks I bake from river mud of faith where my family may feast without care. Because I should catch desire by the tail, I shudder when transparent doors light up to illuminate shadows of five apes eating carrots in dark amusement park though the last clown tries to climb up the slide to analyze the river of lost tales. Here days never dissolve in pulsing moon shaped by astringent shell of separation too desperate for the manic wind of faith to sharpen senseless promise of sweet lust tumbling in the river of lost tales till all my words vanish in howling books. Roots of demon trees extend hieroglyphs from fingers of my hands that grope at light with solemn struggle to enter the night in crystal boats on river of lost tales sold by the wicked lady who cooks meals because she sings with horses of the wind. Paralyzed by shame of still being alive against predictions of astrologers, I serve utilitarian tenderness to refugees of war who ask for jobs while wrapped in flag of their nation-state long erased by the river of lost tales. Angels drown in the river of lost tales before the second coming of the clown who works fifty years in dank coal mines with heart of Jesus beating in his breast, once baptized in the river of lost souls so his son programs computers for banks.
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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Wednesday, September 3, 2025
River Of Lost Tales
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Orpheus maps the river of lost tales on time-animated globe of the Earth that gleams on the screen of every eye-phone in the world.
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