Titans Versus Dinosaurs © Surazeus 2025 12 09 The painful awkwardness of growing old never ceases to amuse me, he sneers, and snuffs out his half-smoked Cuban cigar on muscled thighs of the statue of David, then walks along the river with the ghost of his intellectual bride Persephone. Three men in leather jackets with black guns approach from shadow of the fractured door, demanding he give them his pulsing brain, but he recites divergent Latin spell that binds their bodies in one turtle shell, then spins them whistling in the river depths. Arriving at the Pegasus Cafe, hidden between the cathedral of skulls and the department store of demon masks, he hangs out with Milton, Dante, and Skald as they discuss with animated pride the latest trends in global poetries. King Midas and his gang of thugs arrive in fleet of huge black cars with flashing lights, and claps prophet of the apocalypse with golden chains of delicate despair, then locks him in mirrored hall of Versailles, demanding he sing praises of his reign. Mad poet of the boggy Scottish vales transforms into the weasel with quick heart, then slips away from prison of false wealth to soar on black wings of angelic fear above vast sprawling maze of city streets that covers the whole Earth with asphalt gods. Enormous monsters emerge from asphalt, irradiated by stark rays of rage, and stomp delicate cathedrals of glass to mash achievements of the human race, so he transforms from awkward mortal man into Archangel Michael with flaming sword. Zooming around in spiral loops of hope, Saint Michael battles asphalt behemoth in clash of Titans versus Dinosaurs till Hyperion defeats cruel Godzilla by disassembling puzzle of his dreams when he obtains key to decode his soul. I wish these scenes of grand heroic deeds were nothing more than boyish fantasy, he grins while riding merry-go-round horse as planes drop bombs on churches, schools, and homes, then lies down weary in ancestral tomb after wandering many years from the womb.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus admires stuffed-head of Godzilla on castle wall above the glowing hearth as Saint Michael offers glass of wine after they feast on Godzilla steak grilled by the misty loch.
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