Mask Of New Identity
© Surazeus
2026 10 18

To calibrate antenna of my brain
with flashing movement of palpable pride,
when hope expands precise pitch of my mind
in tune with strange breath of mute river stones,
I smile at you to broadcast love I feel
that you exist with visions on your tongue.

Attuning knob of my dragonized heart
along cosmic spectrum of voiceless ghosts,
I find electric song of ocean waves
vibrating from the radio of my brain
that dredges monstrous memories of desire
from lightless abyss of the fertile sea.

My spirit blooms from nothingness of light
that flash my brain awake in glow of dawn
so I breathe eyeless spirit of the sun
that fuels my progress on the river shore
where I fight gangs of thieves for apple tree
that gives fruit to all hands in liberty.

My hands draw from cold depths of energy
writhing demons that scream in ecstasy
when I roast fish on flames of jealousy,
then shriek my wordless power at gold clouds
that float indifferent to my suffering
in vain attempt to prove I am alive.

Death always waits in shadow of each day
behind large boulders on the beach of faith,
so I crouch ready for their sudden attack
till soft wind rustles branches of the tree
where one small raven watches over me
with eyes that know why stars will never die.

When I wear mask of new identity,
which I carve from trunk of the singing tree,
Death runs away on frantic legs of fear
so I declare myself god of the sea
as storm winds lash huge waves in loyalty
beneath the shining demon of the moon.

Fierce passion to survive millions of years
of rebirth through each generated soul
still motivates my drive to rule the world
which I enclose in engine of my heart
to animate my quest on road of life
when I sing epic tale of scientists.

The eyeless mother of the monstrous sea
gave birth to spirit of my flashing genes
so I evolve four hundred million years
from fish to wingless angel who wears mask
that shields my soul from mocking rage of hate
because I glow with truth till Death finds me.

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Orpheus wanders along the sea with Ophelia who dances around him with awkward shyness of new lovers who long to kiss as waves sing of their sweet romance.

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