House Of Laughing Masks
© Surazeus
2026 04 04

Though I fade into white wall of blank masks,
I open drapes of sorrow to perceive
casual performance of every-day life
when people walk to the clean grocery store,
then cook dinner and listen to weird songs
on vinyl records that spiral the void.

Another child exploring the wheat field
disappears into shadow of the book
that teleports them to far distant land
where they invent new name that confines thought
as jeweled crown secure on velvet cloth
beams satiric laughter at the Glow Cloud.

When I gaze in eye of the Palantir
I watch people all over the world live
lives of quiet desperation to prove
we are ghosts in one television screen
assured of salvation with the One Ring
forged by Angel of Death from my soul bone.

With white horse of my adventurous heart
I stroll along the craggy seashore cliff
on winding network of trails that invite
my noble journey to end of the world
where I will build the House of Laughing Masks
to preserve record of my mundane life.

Ten thousand retired schoolteachers with pens
could not repair my house of memories
fallen into disrepair through regret
for not opposing tyrants in steel towers
whose greed destroys institutions of state
so empires collapse into companies.

Marble idol of Jesus on the hill
spreads arms of love to welcome every soul,
then gives me book and pen with bold command
that I rewrite whole history of the world
to show his sons triumphant in conquest
as they enforce law of his love with guns.

With joy for life, despite dark fuel of fear
which nurtures passion of respect for death,
I saunter casually on spring-bright road
past houses where strangers wear laughing masks
to hide horror that men in seats of power
bomb hospitals and schools to kill the flower.

Leaving frantic hustle of city life,
I stroll in pastoral painting of false hope
to visit natural beauty of wooded hills
where monstrous demon of human desire
seethes under calm waters of mountain lakes
so I return to House of Laughing Masks.

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Orpheus paints his House of Laughing Masks with bright rainbow colors, then plays lyre of Mercury on the porch, to annoy representatives of the homeowners association.

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