Mirror Of Discarded Myths

Mirror Of Discarded Myths
© Surazeus
2022 01 30

I walk dark labyrinth of your broken idols 
to stare in mirror of discarded myths 
at faces of heroes dead gods once wore 
so through the swirling mist of cultural lies 
I might see true face of my mortal soul 
designed by passion of immortal genes. 

I see face of Amun in mirror eye 
so I mold chthonian swirl of river muck 
in bricks I bake to build high pyramid 
where Amen gives bread of life to each soul 
then sings creation of the universe 
to generate new body from soul seed. 

I see face of Adam in mirror eye 
so I organize apple trees in rows 
after killing serpents in garden walls 
where Eve brews mushroom cider in a cauldron 
then tempts me with pleasure of sensual love 
to generate new body from soul seed. 

I see face of Shamash in mirror eye 
so I carve visions with letters on tablets 
recording how light dispels fear of death 
where Ishtar teaches me how to name truth 
then gives me trident for roasting sea monsters 
to generate new body from soul seed. 

I see face of Shiva in mirror eye 
so I meditate on swirl-spark of atoms 
while floating over Sagarmatha peak 
where Parvati tames lion of my lust 
then gives me Diamond of Eternity 
to generate new body from soul seed. 

I see face of Pangu in mirror eye 
so I chisel Earth from atomic rocks 
while holding Egg of Immortality 
where Nuwa molds my brain from pulsing sponge 
then smelts jewels constructing hall of time 
to generate new body from soul seed. 

I see face of Mithra in mirror eye 
so I wrestle bull of power with horns 
while soaring on silk cape around the globe 
where Anahita rules Cave of Illusions 
then regulates flow of Flying Horse Fountain 
to generate new body from soul seed. 

I see face of Helius in mirror eye 
so I tend flocks of sheep on flower meadows 
while strumming lyre to praise Elysium 
where Gaia tends apples in Tree of Life 
then loads baskets in wagon of four wheels 
to generate new body from soul seed. 

I see face of Odin in mirror eye 
so I wrestle serpent in Tree of Dreams 
while carving runes of thoughts on dragon skull 
where Freya pours mead at Valhalla feast 
then gives me sword so I guard Family Tree 
to generate new body from soul seed. 

I walk dark labyrinth full of broken skulls 
where my dead ancestors sing through my brain 
so I compose epic poem with my blood 
that shimmers in verse on cathedral walls 
where Deathless Mother with ten thousand eyes 
generates new body from my soul seed.