Escaping Bankrupt Nation © Surazeus 2025 10 31 If darkened hills yield sorrow of soft rain our hearts assemble with cows in wet fields to ponder barrenness from pestilence that twists our hearts at beauty of the moon as ghosts of the dead wear discarded clothes and ask for food from people of the sky. Yet broken melody of the glass moon excites my hesitant heart to assert laughter of ocean tides with orphaned dreams, hesitant to wake from darkness of truth so I can shelve books in their proper place before the weeping willow learns my name. When I survive sharp surgery of grief beyond stark limitations of concern, my heart hides thoughts in secret passages within the hollow hearts of honey trees so we can share key to the afterlife where paper skeletons of angels dance. Trapped in well-lit room of infinity with all the lost objects of fallen kings, I outline theory of the fractured mind designed to explicate wholeness of death when we emerge from womb of otherness to claim our place in heaven of lush fields. Escaping bankrupt nation of despair to display happy memories of youth, we sell our sorrows to the bitter god in exchange for fame we could never earn because development of mental code has been arrested before clocks explode. Safe in the sad forever of our song, I leave my body floating in sea waves to permeate wholeness of our spinning globe with conscious fortitude of honest hope that we paint our fears on rough walls of caves to prove we are more than fate of the wrong. Sophistication through insipid tales could spite our solemn vow to comprehend unspoken sorrows people try to hide in bold dramatic movies no one sees except blind clown on the telephone pole who longs to join the carnival of gods. Morose but calm at blast of angry bombs, I write my lamentation on the sky with blood of angels killed by mindless guns since Mother Nature is indifferent to whether we humans survive of not, so I wear disguise to hide from my ghosts.
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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Friday, October 31, 2025
Escaping Bankrupt Nation
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Orpheus prints fake passports for millions of people who seek to escape bankrupt nation that has been taken over by vampires disguised as oligarchs.
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