Your Jester King

Your Jester King
© Surazeus
2017 11 17

When I gaze down at the white piece of paper
that shimmers on the brown wood desk of art
I see whole range of possible events
that could occur in every multiverse
that branches out across all time and space
in blooming spirals from the first big bang
to coalesce in this one here and now
where I am conscious of myself awake.
I wear the fake mask of your jester king
and pretend I fly on Icarian wing.

Though I am this one individual soul
that glows with consciousness of hoping love
from this closed amalgamation of atoms
that constitutes my whole body of flesh
I sense inside the neurons of my brain
the pulsing atoms of all time and space
that surge and sparkle through all galaxies
so I am conscious of myself awake.
I wear the fake mask of your jester king
and pretend I fly on Icarian wing.

From flashing molecules that spiral tight
in carbon rings of taut genetic coils
through one-celled eyeballs swimming in the sea
and two-eyed tetrapods crawling up streams
to singing monkeys high in apple trees
we transform through stages of incarnation
to evolve from animals into gods
till I am conscious of myself awake.
I wear the fake mask of your jester king
and pretend I fly on Icarian wing.

I stand before you on the stage of visions
and sing new magic spells my mind designs
so we can dream our common quest for life
to share experience of good and bad
that guides our journey through the labyrinth
of hostile dangers to safe paradise
where we drink apple cider and share songs
since I am conscious of myself awake.
I wear the fake mask of your jester king
and pretend I fly on Icarian wing.