Cove Of The Introverse
© Surazeus
2026 01 15

Arbitrary array of random thoughts
embodies ancient spirit of respect
awake in chemical shells with hot brains
that pulse attentively from sparkling words
so we become self-conscious clowns of love
happily awkward at confession time.

Round-about method for stacking concepts
as bricks in thick walls that protect our hearts
betrays naive trust in goodness of fate
that leaves our bodies vulnerable to fear
blasting excessive rates of ardent faith
which blinds my eyes to danger by my side.

Huddled safe in cove of the introverse,
where demon fish with arrogant eyes crawl,
I laugh assertively to dispel rage
swelling from strange darkness inside my heart
that knocks me sideways in sudden surprise
because I understand why creatures die.

Soft sand of the beach soothes my aching mind
with supple sorrow sagaciously caught
by thoughtless debates between faceless ghosts
aghast at dismissive whispers of leaves
which deign to shelter our bodies from rain
that always seems to know feelings we hide.

Startled by sudden beat of flaming wings,
I see demonic sphinx with scarlet feathers
glide gracefully above my secret cove,
so I hold my breath with terrified wonder
at what powerful leader of the world
will die at the coming of Gamayun.

Gasping for breath with curious despair,
I follow flaming wings of Gamayun,
who lands on jagged judgment stone of truth
where Perun sits proud on gold throne of power,
and watch amazed as siren with gold eyes
attacks great thunder god with tearing claws.

Astonished at sudden bloody demise
of that great king who ruled since dawn of time,
I stare down at his mangled corpse of bones
that once aggressively asserted power
with brute strength of spirit-controlling rage,
fierce god diminished to torn lifeless corpse.

Holding scepter of power in my hand,
and wearing cape of feathers Perun wore,
I sit on throne of power where he sat
before vast crowd of ghosts who praise my name,
till dream of glory vanishes in gloom
when the sun-bright Gamayun flies away.

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Orpheus finds Zorya sitting on the throne of power so he plays lyre of Mercury and sings of her victory against Perun as the people feast in celebration of her new world order.

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