Mirror Mask Of Changing Truth
© Surazeus
2018 09 10
Nowhere in the Book of Rules does it rule
I cannot pretend I am not the fool
who wears the mirror mask of changing truth
so I can play the role of social sleuth.
Just here inside the secret of the door
I sail flowing chemicals through the core
to comprehend the mystery of the mind
that the blinding force of lust has designed.
You always try to tell me what to do
to control spiraling force of currents
flashing formulas for our weird world view
which form existing shapes from elements.
We measure perimeter of vast space
with enclosing circle of eager feet
to explore secrets of nature with grace
till our wandering way becomes city street.
Beyond the ruined walls of paradise
we map the whole scope of our spinning globe
to calculate how atoms interact
transforming light into humans with brains.
Water flashing in thunderstorm last week
now sparkles in the neurons of my brain
so we are transient sparks of consciousness
dispersing at finality of death.
I wander on the bridge of eyeless souls
who slither shimmering from ancient black holes
to spiral into genes of my bright brain
making me sing in chill Seattle rain.
Like Icarus I weave wings so I can fly
above maze of ambition in my eye
where I can see people wandering nowhere
while I surf strange laughter of the sunflare.
We walk together on meadow of light
though shadow of death haunts our every step,
kissing with true love to perceive the right
though we follow the truth in flowing cape.
I maneuver my soul on the chessboard
to sit on throne of political power
where I drink adoration of the horde
and reign as unseen god in the glass tower.
I know I am destined to do great things
if I can find new pair of angel wings,
meanwhile I drive straight circles in my car
to follow fickle fame beyond last star.
The mirror mask of changing truth expands
large as lithe satellite with blinking eyes
which connects our brains with wireless network
so we become one soul that knows the truth.
© Surazeus
2018 09 10
Nowhere in the Book of Rules does it rule
I cannot pretend I am not the fool
who wears the mirror mask of changing truth
so I can play the role of social sleuth.
Just here inside the secret of the door
I sail flowing chemicals through the core
to comprehend the mystery of the mind
that the blinding force of lust has designed.
You always try to tell me what to do
to control spiraling force of currents
flashing formulas for our weird world view
which form existing shapes from elements.
We measure perimeter of vast space
with enclosing circle of eager feet
to explore secrets of nature with grace
till our wandering way becomes city street.
Beyond the ruined walls of paradise
we map the whole scope of our spinning globe
to calculate how atoms interact
transforming light into humans with brains.
Water flashing in thunderstorm last week
now sparkles in the neurons of my brain
so we are transient sparks of consciousness
dispersing at finality of death.
I wander on the bridge of eyeless souls
who slither shimmering from ancient black holes
to spiral into genes of my bright brain
making me sing in chill Seattle rain.
Like Icarus I weave wings so I can fly
above maze of ambition in my eye
where I can see people wandering nowhere
while I surf strange laughter of the sunflare.
We walk together on meadow of light
though shadow of death haunts our every step,
kissing with true love to perceive the right
though we follow the truth in flowing cape.
I maneuver my soul on the chessboard
to sit on throne of political power
where I drink adoration of the horde
and reign as unseen god in the glass tower.
I know I am destined to do great things
if I can find new pair of angel wings,
meanwhile I drive straight circles in my car
to follow fickle fame beyond last star.
The mirror mask of changing truth expands
large as lithe satellite with blinking eyes
which connects our brains with wireless network
so we become one soul that knows the truth.
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