Brave Tritonian Faith
© Surazeus
2026 03 13

Long since grown from child of the wandering sea,
where I once ventured vast unshadowed main,
I lounge with nonchalance of purpled wings
on wave-smooth stone to sun my streaming hair
and study fragments from my ship of pearl
that shimmers gold with lustrous coil of faith.

From sunless crypt of aching solitude
my father Triton wanders in wild gust
of laughing wind, that gallops from stark peaks
of jagged mountains, to kneel on cold sand
and blow wild tune in chambered nautilus
that rings forlorn on desolate beach of faith.

Awake with howl of my unresting sea,
that slithers silver waves around my feet,
I stretch frail frame of flesh with ache of hope
that broad sky-dancing wings of fortitude
may sprout from beating passion of my heart,
that fills my heart with brave Tritonian faith.

Though Triton, ancient withered ocean god
who sired my soul from fertile womb of light,
lies sprawled on glistening sand of arrogance,
unsouled by ruthless blast of grinding time,
I feel spark of his ocean spirit gleam
with weird immortal energy of faith.

When I kneel and weep by round pool of light
that glitters framed by empty shells of truth,
I see face of my father Triton glow
with animated urge of my own heart
as if I wear mask of his bearded face,
for I am reborn replicant of faith.

Fair phantom of my pulsing heart appears
through emanation of courageous fear
with fierce intention to investigate
source of power that compels my quest
to transcend bounds of self-enclosing name
and claim commission to preach deeds of faith.

Now that my father Triton vanishes
from dream time of my fate-perceptive eyes,
I measure segments of transforming change
that gears strict increments in scale of growth
so dawn light swells from nothing of my heart
to shape this world of forms from wordless faith.

Inspired by scripture of footprints on sand,
which I compose in magic runes of dream
with wand I forged from sharp draconic bone,
I run with carefree joy in wingless flight
by breathing clear Zephyrean air of hope
to fight despair with brave Tritonian faith.

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Orpheus laughs with delight when young Oliver Wendell Holmes blows Tritonian tunes with the chambered nautilus he digs up from glistening sand of time.

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