Star Vision Of Kaskalkur

Star Vision Of Kaskalkur
© Surazeus
2026 07 05

Stuck in dream machine of psychotic words 
that conjure visions in my clacking brain, 
I stroll the busy streets of Everytown 
to ask River Witch in Cave of Despair 
why she remembers when my soul was born, 
but Kaskalkur just chuckles with sly grin. 

With eyes that flash bright television screens, 
she gives me glass of water with sweet sneer 
that she drew from dark underwater stream 
which fills my heart with weird demonic light 
that makes it swell huge as lead zeppelin, 
so I ask Kaskalkur to marry me. 

Through complex network of underworld streams, 
fueled by dark water of her big cow eyes, 
I soar on sun-blackened albatross wings 
to wake demonic energy of love 
from spinning iron core of Mother Earth 
who throws my fragile body in the world. 

When Kaskalkur gets on the morning bus 
to work at library of long-lost books, 
she finds herself surrounded on all sides 
by grim-faced Myrmidons wearing red caps 
who praise Agamemnon as noble king 
though he hides his palsied face with gold mask. 

Inspired by star vision of Kaskalkur, 
which presents history of humanity 
as mothers tending gardens of fruit trees, 
I analyze strange economic trends, 
combined through geospatial datasets, 
to understand hunger of human hearts. 

Because my mother at hour of my birth 
named me Apaliunas, star-eyed hunter, 
I trap demonic spirits of the heart 
and transform them to honest laborers 
who build the shining walls of Ilium 
as duty to protect wise Kaskalkur. 

In Washington did Jupiter decree 
construction of Olympus from god bones 
where Alph, the oil-polluted river, runs 
down through caverns measureless to man 
where Kaskalkur enslaves tyrants and kings 
who abused right of their authority. 

Ancestral voices prophesy new war 
so I climb Mount Abora with my ghost 
where Kaskalkur plays dulcimer of hope 
for patriotic hearts to rise from fear 
and cast King Midas from the throne of gold 
when dome of power crumbles into lies.