Mask That Fear Designed
© Surazeus
2025 09 26

Too lazy to remember why I care
about the sorrows of the suffering,
I hide my sorrows in the river stone
and savor suffering of my broken wing,
pretending happiness comes when I share
secret treasures I detect when alone.

Mixed up about why love nurtures our souls
with tender bitterness of strange routine,
I choose to hide in shadows of my mind
to study psychic gears of dream machine
which programs how we play our social roles
in tandem with the mask that fear designed.

Untouchable by angst of hungry hope
despite collapse of our civilized state,
I publish broken hierarchies of faith
to break obstructing wall of random fate
so I maintain system I use to cope
with global fame contrived by the star wraith.

Despite my effort to find fulfillment
through binding emotions in riddling spells,
I free attentive thoughts as wingless birds
that shriek in flames from disconcerting hells
with courage to be more resilient
as shameful feelings get trapped by brave words.

When the moon is born from womb of the Earth
through wrenching explosion of naked love,
I wonder listlessly if I am good
enough to earn key to the treasure trove
so I can analyze what faith is worth
while I run with horses in Apple Wood.

Because I walk the low-tide beach at dawn
to gather eggs of demons with my hand,
I cannot steal what writhes inside my heart
reflected by the variegated land
that twists with angst of the innocent fawn
who teaches me how to draw my star chart.

Amazed at strange beauty of the orange moon
dismembered by theology of lust,
I gather eyes from animals in jars
so I can study arrogance of trust
with purpose to ascend the slippery dune
before the world is heaped with rusting cars.

If pearls record how humans fight for power
deceived by shadows of glory and fame,
I choose fall in love with Sylvia
who grins at me and gives me secret name
so I have right to climb her sacred tower
and help her raise our daughter Pythia.

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Orpheus teaches Pythia how to enter dream state of hyperawareness so she can perceive invisible forces of desire to chant riddles in prophecies that fool the greedy so they defeat themselves with their pride.

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