Sparkle Our God Wraith
© Surazeus
2025 04 09

Though I walk one thousand miles in the desert
to repent needs of my animal body,
I rejoice in beauty of rain-drenched hills
that sprout trees providing fruit for my heart,
so I feast till I become cosmic mind
as disembodied spirit of mankind.

I dance across dark skies of timeless night,
becoming vastness of the star-bright void
in graceful journey that weaves countless worlds
in psychic constellations of our hearts
that form our souls from formlessness of faith
through chemicals that sparkle our God Wraith.

Unfrenzied by ecstatic love for life,
I open wide with elegant respect
iridescent wings from dragon-egg brain
with solemn approbation of concern
through vibrant aspiration to transcend
corporal body of love I comprehend.

Crowned with laurel wreath of accomplished pride,
I stride the sacred promenade of fate
to bear my epic of philosophers
for display in Museum of World Faith
which I compose with mythic precedent
as new book for Tellurian Testament.

Combustible thoughts jeweling my heart
fuel rocket engine of ambitious faith
since I spend forty years of discipline
constructing vehicle of psychic verse
to soar on wings of Tiwaz around Earth
while bearing Holy Grail of soul rebirth.

Evaporated tears blind angels shed
frame frantic ocean of forgetful faith
when I sail restless waves of honesty
by navigating tropes of social myths
to find first homeland of my childhood dream
mapped on face I see in the flowing stream.

Encasing memories of my secret life
in polished oak-wood box Pandora made,
I hide wyrd fragments of my broken heart
so howling spirits of surprised despair
may mend it with commercial enterprise
reprogrammed by loyal religious spies.

Attempts to see clear features of my face
will fail suspicious inquiry you spell
for I am every soul who ever lives
on every planet of our multiverse
till you realize how this persona role
molds special mask that expresses your soul.

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Orpheus gives mask of his face to Ophelia who molds their son Odin from river mud and breathes life of her soul into his body.

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