Mercurial Wail Of Solitude
© Surazeus
2026 06 07

Our world may be mask for the eyeless god
who veils immortal light of its vast face
behind endless swirling of the storm cloud,
yet my airplane in the sky leaves no trace
as proof of life that glows outside my head,
born as Winged Victory of Samothrace.

This puzzling world pretends to be more real
than Heaven I imagine in my mind
so I sing with roar only oceans feel
when blazing sun, no peaceful god designed,
sinks deep in surging waves of timeless wheel
with eerie tune that sailors strive to find.

Struck by mercurial wail of solitude,
I see sweet siren with long flowing hair
lounge on large jagged island in sad mood
while gazing past my face in sunset glare
with casual horror of her pulchritude
enchanting me with love because I care.

Dark places of this world within my heart
blaze bright with power of the holy word
which I find written on my secret chart
by potent wisdom that long rings unheard
with aching privilege of faith to start
assertive games that reclaim the preferred.

Alert to readjustment of the bomb
that never touches strangeness of dark hills,
I search vast maze of rubble for my home
with buoyed innocence of moon-splashed walls
to calculate social power of doom
as blind force of fate that obeys no rules.

Through misty groves of academe I fly
beyond enchanted place I know is fake
to find where frivolous gods still ask why
we cannot keep great treasures our hands make
unless I agree to play the dream spy
by searching for source of the magic lake.

Till morning gleams with shifting mutant forms,
which reframe our psychic identities,
I meditate with peace of lightning storms
to transcend religious serenities
that deconstruct all our conceptual norms
with divine right of mortal entities.

When our huge Ship of State strikes the iceberg
that swells through oligarchic tyranny,
I swim to island of the laughing lark
who welcomes me home to my barony
where I study process of orange clockwork
in vain attempt to plot weird irony.

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Orpheus strolls with Derek Mahon in the dark hills around Belfast past the sleeping giant to Cave Hill where Aisling floats glowing over the Oak of Faith.

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