Awake My Inner Wight

Awake My Inner Wight
© Surazeus
2017 12 24

I give away everything that I owned
and wander by the flashing river stoned
beyond the boundaries of sacred tales
to weigh the truth of history on scales
revealing why the fool leaves home on quest
to find the holy grail locked in their chest.

We all know something we hope to forget
while swimming homeward, caught in tangled net
of lies we weave from stories about kings
and children who try to escape on wings
of artificial faith, but memories
return to us each day as broken keys.

Strange events keep leaping out at my face
but I avoid them in awkward dance for grace
through every door that leads me from dark church
where clowns in gray suits preach that we should search
for secret to escape the doom of death
by breathing deep the sacred mountain breath.

My animal spirit leaps from my heart
and races down the road mapped by the chart
I found inside the rotten oak tree trunk
that leads me to search for treasures and junk,
and then we sit together on the hill,
watching moonlight sparkle on the clear rill.

Though I am weak and crumbling down toward death
I must compose the global shibboleth
that will express through calculating verse
how we evolve from swirling universe
because each atom pulses with pure light
which all combine to wake my inner wight.

Alone in little box that floats in space
I stare out window at my secret face
that hides the fantasies of my desires
but in circus of life I fly on wires
to fight the tyrant for freedom and love
since I must be the eagle, not the dove.