I Play Chess With Death

I Play Chess With Death
© Surazeus
2018 10 12

Naked entropy of perfected chaos
recalls revolutions of passing years
when mankind rises against royal power
to assert rights of individual persons
to pursue their projects of happiness
that benefit everyone who works well.
Nobody knows the trouble I have seen
in designing strange soul of this machine,
unless they play chess with Death on the beach
who rewards us with world fame when we lose.

While gazing at suburban tree-lined road
where people drive cars through the maze of hopes,
I think about world view of politics,
how contending factions manipulate
facts to prove thesis of their narrative
that they possess the divine right to rule
because their vision better depicts truth.
I will not wear mirror mask of the clown
because I play chess with Death on the beach
unless you crown me King of Everywhere.

The beauty of truth, when our minds perceive
symmetry through interaction of atoms
each moment one girl and one boy conceive
reincarnation of their ancient souls
coded in spiral of genes, awes my mind
with truth of beauty that we will all die.
I sit beside the prophet of desire
who envisions model forms of this life,
and see with him eternal soul of truth
that persists long after we all decay.

Although I play chess with Death on the beach
as savior of mankind from old delusions
I am nameless nobody from nowhere
who stands before you in indifferent rain.
Before you die, envision what you love,
then extend your hands to manipulate
matter of chaos that orders weird words
so they reflect perception of your eyes.
We are silent when we sit on the porch
together forty years on road of life.

Though lustful lovers on the Grecian urn
forever almost kiss to consummate
passion of our desire to incarnate
eternal soul of genes in replicants,
we now play dramas of familial lust
on television screens to record why
we survive harsh hostility of nature.
You and I together on spinning Earth
unite to play chess with Death on the beach
so we live forever in our descendants.

I do my best to guide my young child well
through confusing labyrinth of ancient myths,
parsing illusions to reveal the facts
of physical actions that cause effects,
so they know how to avoid all mistakes
of tragic heroes and survive the game.
Who will weep for those whose mistakes cause death?
Once we assemble the puzzle of truth
we will go play chess with Death on the beach
as we go not gentle in that good night.

Rancid integrity of spider webs
that clutter halls of our ancestral mansions
connects hearts of strangers through ache of love
when bruised eyes, wounded by horror of faith,
gaze beyond veil of illusion at light
that pulses in frail neurons of our brains.
Yet none of this is obvious to me
till I gaze in silent love of your eyes
from urge to play chess with Death on the beach
who officiates at marriage of our minds.

Sequacious faith of simple-minded fools
obfuscates lies from religious fanatics
who crowd hollow churches, desperate for hope
that innocent people will gain rewards
for suffering oppression of greedy men.
We cannot reconstruct genetic code
to resurrect dead souls from piles of dirt
so we shall stand and declare joy for life
when we must play chess with Death on the beach
as I wear crown to sing with choir of angels.

While dozing among apple trees at dawn,
I learned I am descended from the man
who inspired archetype of Lucifer,
for I rebelled against oppressive king
when he favored his dumb son over me,
so God cast me out from the walls of Heaven.
I wander nowhere in wild windy hills,
seeking the woman who creates new life,
after I play chess with Death on the beach
who reveals herself as Bride of my Hearth.