Masked With Seraphic Light
© Surazeus
2026 01 31

Embrace my body when I die, great Earth,
so I may live masked with seraphic light
bestowed as grace by angel of my heart
who congregates in one immortal Muse
all female ancestors who weave my soul
from their memories that program how I love.

Ascension on effective wings of faith
provides pure psychic energy of hope
for me to dance on light quicksilver toes
on winding path around harsh obstacles
so I evade cruel Death in Slough of Despond
when I transform on whirring edge of night.

Blind Mother Sea creates from beams of light
these heavy bodies of muscles on bones
through which immortal spirit of our genes
transcends immensity of pulsing byss
along jeweled streams to sheltering lakes
where we rise from water to walk on Earth.

While hard Earth, carved in curves by wind and rain,
supports our journey to the Promised Land,
she shelters our frail bodies in her heart
when temporary nodes of conscious souls
wither and decay till we fade away
and sleep while our children maintain our soul.

Perennial flowers bloom from corpse of God
whose chemical engine of chugging veins
urges passionate response of tense hope
as Isis searches every land on Earth
to find his severed limbs of rotten flesh
and sew fragments of Horus in one mind.

Now wild Prometheus, restored to life
by Doctor Frankenstein in castle tower,
presides over corporate empire of wealth
that binds sovereign nations with strands of greed
in global state of fraught relationships
as fractured federation based on faith.

Yet Queen of Maytime, rising from despair,
still burning bright with holy taunts of prayer,
howls wild with mantra of the flower child
to rule war-torn world as Lord of Misrule
so Jesus joins with Buddha on high hill
to flash the world awake with blinking eye.

All brutal tyrants grasping reins of power,
who try to kill all who oppose their rule,
exhaust their souls from bitter rage of hate
when Earth embraces them with gentle arms
and snuffs out flames of war so trees of fruit
may bloom from corpses of their rotten souls.

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Orpheus stands over graves of Midas, Pluto, Herod, Napoleon, Hitler, and Stalin, and plays lyre of Mercury to sing elegy about how all tyrants are mortals blinded by fear.

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