Mindless Winds Of Fate © Surazeus 2026 07 26 Our Ship of State we sail to Paradise is blown about by mindless winds of fate because we stab the one eye of his son who traps us in dark Cave of Consciousness, then boast that we are Nobody with pride till we are wrecked on shores of arrogance. When we descend to Underworld of Fear, souls battered hard by mindless winds of fate, we find ghosts of our mothers with star eyes who weep with broken hearts of innocence but try to give us apple pies to eat as we flee zombies of apocalypse. Our tall towers of economic gain, twisted with greed by mindless winds of fate, provide safe shelter with stock-market tips from homeless hordes of hungry refugees who beg for Hospitality of Zeus but bankers enslave them in factories. Our Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil, canopy torn by mindless winds of fate, scatters rotten Fruit of Truth on shifting ground so we bend over in the glaring sun and fill our hearts with harvest of the Earth that grocery stores sell to the privileged. Attempting to evade designs on me from satires shrieked by mindless winds of fate, I utter surreal prophecies of truth composed by seers in concentration camps who wander undone by grand principles as faceless monsters on Bridge of Desire. We chase bright beams of moonlight in thick gloom to evade blasts from mindless winds of fate, but demons wake from long bewildered sleep to watch us with indifferent eyes of fear till they drive us to colonize the world with Lamp of Diogenes in our hearts. We who never arrive in Wonderland, quest obstructed by mindless winds of fate, should map our journey across the waste land where we build garden walls from bones of gods with mirrors that reflect our vain desires when flap of crow wings startle us awake. Excessive beauty of the broken heart, bruised and battered by mindless winds of fate, reveals strange truth we wince to understand that not one single scar on heart of faith came from our enemies, for they all came from people we thought loved us with respect.
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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