Ideal Persona I would Play
Ideal Persona I would Play
© Surazeus
2026 09 06
Bright in glass constellation of my heart,
transcendent god, who has never been real
beyond imagination of wild priests
drunk on wine from mushrooms of ecstasy,
reveals ideal persona I would play
to maintain dignity of daily life.
My heart pours torrents of expansive words,
unmeasured by attentive spate of faith,
which conjure strangers who steal hungry trees,
to see enormous city towers gleam
in evening clouds that loom above deep vales
where surfaces of pools reveal our eyes.
Adorned with jewels of fantastic truth,
my heart attempts in vain to calculate
ethereal breath of angels in fruit trees
whose lust embodies serpents with gold eyes
who tease me with delicious energy
to think I may achieve eternal life.
Weird thoughts of wisdom, I untwist from light,
crawl through dim shadow of my aching flesh
so I pretend I am First Man of Time
commissioned by Cloud-Ghost to name all things
that exist within bounds of time and space
because they glow beyond mask of my face.
As daughter of Tiresias, I guard
Gates of Eden with spear Longinus carved
to catch the dragon falling from rain clouds
disguised as glorious angel with nine eyes
who teaches me how to fly the airplane
so I can make more accurate map of Earth.
Though serpent of the apple tree retains
extensive sets of books blind devils write,
she dares reveal to me, calm mortal fool,
collective wisdom of prophets and seers
whose bones are letters of riddles we share
while feasting on hamburgers by the lake.
Long wick of my temporary heart glows
with timeless grace of pure immortal flame
which fills my heart with long-unspoken spells
that fly as ravens from my open mouth
when I campaign for President of Earth
while seeking treasure in Elysian Fields.
Whole in glass constellation of my brain,
my soul accepts its temporary state
as mortal body of hungry desires
animated by immortal gene soul
through chaos bound in limits of my being,
so I want to tell you about my love.
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Orpheus meets daughter of Tiresias in the Garden of Eden where she asks Adam if he will marry her, but he declares how much he loves Aphrodite instead.
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