Mask Of Secret Agony
© Surazeus
2025 04 07

The woman in the scarlet gown of faith,
who might wear mask of secret agony,
holds flame of contemplation in her hand
till moon-white dove emerges from her heart
in sudden misdirection to conceal
intense desire to ransom truth from hate.

The oldest woman in the world reveals
electric heart that operates the globe
with flashing gears of subatomic words
from urgent message that we throw ourselves
in sea of stars to cleanse our rotten souls
with jubilation surpassing regret.

Each falling star that shatters spaceless time
guides us to plumb bright depths of our abyss
with weightless lamentation of new clouds,
though we are weighed down by exhausting fear
to sacrifice reluctant praise for death
with intimate pretext of secret love.

Outbreak of song from vibrant lungs of hope
reflects unusual action that heals pain
before indigenous touch resurrects
diminished stature of our shared respect
with tender aspect of unnoticed praise
since angels mark our doors with tears of ghosts.

Grim demeanor unexpressed before dawn
allows too much collapsing states of trust
abundant with excessive graves where love
bleeds unchangeable wealth for sleepless hours
before excluded moments satisfy
pretension to knowledge unearned by prayers.

Alone on sleepless landscape, circled tight
by savage gods still thirsty for our hope,
we give each other fruit we steal from death,
and playact why we have angelic wings
strong enough to carry our heavy hearts
along the winding river bright with tricks.

Fabulous with tales of the avalanche
that realigns our world view fate designed,
we languish in conventions of sad trees
to share idle gossip about dead gods,
foolish enough to believe we might find
diamond of unbelievable respect.

Latent honesty of unchanging jokes,
confounded by cerebral hemispheres
that distract graceful dancers in glass rain,
inspires determined purpose to transcend
internal quietude of wordless books
that fly away on raven wings of faith.

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