Son Of Clever Sagittarius © Surazeus 2026 08 05 His coarse woolen coat of unsteady faith protects his heart with shield of unconcern when he strides in the icy air of dawn and climbs the stairway to bright offices where he translates strange noises of the world as sublime songs only beasts understand. He cannot measure vibrant pulse of time except through rasping breath of false regret spooled into cigarette of bitter pride which he flicks over walls of paradise to analyze unnumbered days of life that he yet earns from random dice of fate. He buys the useless book of psychic math from the blind clown who pretends not to scream so he can calculate code of lost myths designed by faceless monster of the cave who knows what sorrow always breaks our hearts because we prefer to torment ourselves. Because the road through Hell remains unpaved, he raises funds from private citizens to widen highway where the damned still drive in joyful search for the arrogant tree that grows from corpse of God in summer rain while lovers linger in the crumbling barn. He ponders how his marriage cultivates familiar passion of the aching heart for holding hands in affectionate show that blind ghosts watch on television screens by hiding in the mason jar of trust that waits half-cracked in basement of romance. He hates that he relies on words of fools to understand old social rules of fate that reprogram how his brain activates assertive deeds of deconstructive ploys to redesign how strangers earn awards for looking beautiful in polished masks. He should share his astrological sign as son of clever Sagittarius but no one expects him to organize sacred feast of the alabaster cow that prances in the field of buried bombs which spring reborn as soldiers of the crown. He savors ancestor sadness of faith that urges him to lie about his birth since fate is never inescapable despite calm presence of the water queen whose eyes expose dark secrets of his heart then smiles because she loves him anyway.
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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Wednesday, August 5, 2026
Son Of Clever Sagittarius
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Orpheus rides his bicycle down the middle of the highway through millions of cars that speed faster than sorrow to find the elusive Promised Land of Macondo.
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