Mirror Of Perfect Masks
Mirror Of Perfect Masks
© Surazeus
2025 10 27
When I gaze in mirror of perfect masks
to perceive true nature of my Brain Being,
I see faces of my ancestors glow
with psychic energy of urgent hope
to transcend limits each body presents
in my quest to evolve from fish to god.
Halfway along timeline of special change
through progress of spirit development,
I find myself in temporary state
as wingless angel with obsessive faith
that I can survive constant global wars
to generate new life before I die.
Wearing mask of my public character
to disguise true persona of my soul,
I apply cosmetic glamor of faith
that shields my spirit from mocking attack
by people also wearing masks of fear
so we preserve our wounds with pious care.
I will not gamble through reverent risk
in social games of competitive stance
with fierce obsessive strife for starless fame
as national Dream Star who represents
persona people need to see perform
dramatic role of hero who fights death.
Evading eyes of death in camera lens
that lures me to perform on stage of fame,
I slip through cracks in walls of paradise
to hide in cavern of Persephone
who smiles and gives me pungent fruit to eat
as I strum lyre of Mercury and weep.
Though hidden deep in underworld of faith
where I sing heart-enchanting spells of hope,
I dance secure my soul is safe in Hell
far from the lightning-judgment eyes of God
who punishes vain mortals for false pride,
till I grow wings from weird wounds of my heart.
Masks people wear appear at first opaque
so I suspend judgment when we first meet,
but actions they perform and words they speak
render their faces transparent to view
which lets me see clear who they really are,
and what fear motivates how they behave.
While I float in mirror of perfect masks,
I feel my special spirit navigate
ever-shifting maze of conceptual myths
as I glow brighter with maturity,
peaceful with happiness at my progress
since I know I will at last dissipate.
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Orpheus teaches me how to guide spirits of the dead to the afterworld of nothingness where all consciousness of self-awareness dissipates to blank eternity of the unself.
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