Jester Mask Of Faith
© Surazeus
2025 09 22

Though day and night are equal in my heart
at gentle turning of our verdant world
I feel myself unbalanced without wings
before virginal Justice holding scales
by which she judges intent of the mind
to analyze effects of good and evil.

Eager to ascend tall Tower of Truth,
I steal keys of the kingdom from Saint Peter
with hope to see perspective of the world
composed of Ideas that persist in Heaven,
imbued with light and shadow that reveals
beauty of every structure formed from atoms.

Yet when I open portal to lost time
for highest room in tall Tower of Truth,
I find Cassandra, dressed in scarlet gown,
gazing deep in gold crystal ball of fate
who prophesies that I will rule the world,
so I flee from role of the cosmic herald.

Stumbling exhausted down the signless road
on windy prairie where wordless winds blow
east of the rocky Rainbow Mountain range,
I find abandoned lyre of Mercury
half-buried on Missouri River shore,
so I extract it from corpse of my faith.

Wandering far across America
in countless towns from sea to shining sea,
I play grunge folk songs on old rusty strings
and sing dire prophecies Cassandra dreamed
to prove that no one will believe the truth
even as our empire crumbles to lies.

I cannot remove jester mask of faith
that hides identity of my fake self
because King Midas, enraged by sharp jokes,
sends blood-thirsty Furies to hunt me down
and hang me from telephone pole of fear
though I am Angelus whom Hera sent.

Sprung from the dreamless eyes of cruel Cronus,
three Furies race along crowded highways
to catch me as I fly toward temple hall
where wise Athena chants Kabbalic spells
that channel psychic energy of stars
to power my soul with visions of peace.

When Ophelia dives in the River Styx
she transforms into mermaid with gold scales,
and swims down into silent sea of dreams
to bear Orpheus with attentive care
safe to lush shore of Chesapeake Bay
where she crowns him King of Zarathia.

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Orpheus drops the crown on the White House lawn as he climbs over the fence and runs away west to live by a river in a hidden valley of the Cascade Mountains.

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