Crown Of Infertile Pride © Surazeus 2026 04 13 If bloodless corpse of the drowned sailor crawls cackling from brackish sorrow of the sea, zombie followers of the vampire god proclaim him new messiah of their cause, and crown his fractured skull of rotten muck with powerless crown of infertile pride. Yet none will call for Ahab to return from graveyard of grim heroes time forgot, imbued with monstrous energy of hope, to play Poseidon and shake Earth again with regulating plan that realigns old world order in new alliances. Resurrected from harrowed brine of power, Leviathan raises high ten-horned head, dripping with oiled backwash of battleships, to roar assertive commands which should prove strength of authority enforces law against rising tides of rebellious states. Weakened by aggressive angst of despair at mockery of ministers with calm masks, King Midas lumbers clumsily to thwart clamorous voices that protest his lies while he wallows with sealion contempt in wounded pride of toxic vanity. Still stuck in ash-pit of Jehoshaphat, the self-deluded prince of bitterness lurches against coiled serpent of regret, shouting curses at prophets to deny crimes he commits against humanity with slavish corruption of cruel contempt. Fierce waves of retribution swell from Hell in surging formulations of strict law, designed by blind powers of the Blue Sky to expose supercilious disdain King Midas expresses with envious snarl, outraged his devil wings are clipped by truth. Evolved from sweet slime of our Mother Sea, we stand upright beneath the Tree of Knowledge to declare with voice of supremacy how we will bend bright rainbow of our will against harsh indifference of the wild sea that smashes our empire to shards of lies. Though we are no more humble penitents, we take off civilized shoes of concern and walk barefoot endless miles to attain wisdom from poisoned whirlpool of Shiloah that causes us to choke on principles twisting our hearts with shocked hypocrisy.
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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Monday, April 13, 2026
Crown Of Infertile Pride
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Orpheus strums lyre of Mercury while Robert Lowell chants elegy over the skulls of lost heroes in cluttered graveyard of America.
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