Official Mask Of Fate
© Surazeus
2026 07 09

Stuck in the painting of my faceless ghost,
that hangs on sun-bleached wall of bloodless wind
in empty house somewhere on signless road
where no one ever goes to find their heart,
I pretend I am cold light of the moon
as I float deep in water of my mind.

Awake in timeless silence of undeath,
I love to feel soft undulating waves
that people speak caress my tingling skin
so I almost remember secret name
my mother dreamed one hour before my birth
which gleams as sunlight in web of tree limbs.

While sitting in my house on somewhere street,
with wife and children in their private rooms,
I hear ten million voices whisper poems
that pulse with energy of my heartbeat
in global choir of angels who express
ache of sorrow to design happiness.

Your secret hopes and fears echo in words
you write in posts on social media sites
that shimmer in great cloud of divine lights
translating human thoughts from tweets of birds
that blend in raucous harmony of hope
with desperate need to help each other cope.

Though I gaze in pool where Narcissus drowned,
I see your faces blend in my one face
for we are angels of one human race
born from First Mother whose whole heart is crowned
with jeweled ring of wisdom we all share
in coil of genes that weaves our souls with care.

Though I hear all your voices echo clear
in woods where Echo plays the violin,
that radiates vibes of mental medicine,
I sing in syncopated rhyme of cheer
that cracks enormous egg of dragon brain
which nourishes my heart to soothe its pain.

Bloomed in the painting of my faceless ghost
which I wear as official mask of fate,
I attend the Global Conference of Seers
at University of Zarathia
to present panel on star prophecies
composed by Sibyl in the Vatican.

All weird illusions of my special role
dissipate to mist on shore of the lake
where words of every poem that humans write
sparkle as water of silent respect
on which I row my boat of fantasy
to photograph proud monster of the deep.

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Orpheus records songs Echo plays on violin which millions buy at concerts she plays in great halls of innocence in every city around the world.

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