Weird Strategy Of Truth

Weird Strategy Of Truth
© Surazeus
2023 06 29

To demonstrate weird strategy of truth 
I build Castle of Ideology 
based on foundation of strict measurement 
consistent with generation of life 
when sperm fertilizes egg of the mind 
since I live in dream cave down by the river. 

To navigate unknown landscape of fate 
I run on broken wings through maze of mirrors 
because there is no ordered sense of things 
that we can compose from random events 
till I stand on edge of the universe 
and laugh with my beast-face in the abyss. 

To abdicate the golden throne of power 
I grasp guitar lost by the blind folk singer 
to wield as weapon against tyranny 
as I hitchhike across the bleak Waste Land 
to find in library of faceless ghosts 
the laughing skull of Hamlet I must steal. 

To activate social media account 
that would connect pulsing core of my brain 
to vast world wide web of computer cores 
I leap into blank sea of cyberspace 
and sail my boat to land of Zathamar 
to reconstruct weird vision of the world. 

To oscillate on pendulum of faith 
between sincere seriousness of belief 
and ironic playfulness of cynicism 
I study thought-deconstructed concepts 
of grand narratives to find the true hero, 
then wear their mask I reconstruct from myth. 

To decorate castle of poetry 
where professors and poet laureates 
rule the Poetry Industrial Complex 
I smash the mirror of conceptual truth 
that spirals from God Eye of the White Whole 
who dreams every soul who has ever lived. 

To obligate my heart with moral laws 
I choose to treat each person with respect 
so I would create rather than destroy 
for the universe is structure of atoms 
that fluctuates through matrix of the mind 
as one drop in wild cosmic sea of souls. 

To animate brave puppet of my brain 
as shimmering eidolon of the Not-Me 
I tell grand story of the cultural hero 
with ironic sincerity of faith 
to manage social stress of psychic truth 
that we are atoms swirling in the void. 

To annotate epic poem of the Earth 
I champion interconnection of cultures 
through continuous revision of the lie 
that my nation is the greatest on Earth 
by grasping phenomenon of desire 
that urges me to generate new life. 

To decorate the pyramid of power 
where mortal gods strut on the skulls of demons 
I signify the ordinary fact 
with mysterious significance of faith 
beaming eerie light of infinity 
that illuminates the mundane with Weird. 

To digitate sad songs of ocean waves 
with intertextual fragments of our dreams 
I occupy ruined Temple of Virtue 
where angels and demons play games of chess 
which deconstructs our subjectivity 
because I am the king who plays the clown. 

To distillate essence of alcohol 
squeezed from bitter-sweet fruit of paradise 
I melt ten thousand crowns and swords of death, 
transforming privilege of wealth and power 
through psychic alchemy of honest faith 
to equal rights for every living soul. 

To contemplate strange mystery of this life 
with shocked amazement of the songless owl 
that anything exists from beams of light 
I deconstruct grand narrative of truth 
so I can study tropes of ideal forms, 
then build new Heaven in dark vale of Hell. 

To moderate discussions about how 
we humans struggle to transcend our death 
through self-deceiving doctrines of religion 
I black out lies in every holy scripture 
with erasure technique of the blind seer 
that reveals ancient wisdom in grim jokes. 

To procreate immortal soul of genes 
that has evolved four hundred million years, 
fish to lizard to mouse to cat to ape 
to wingless angel in the city maze, 
I fly to the other side of the Earth 
where I find my soulmate with tiger eyes. 

To replicate persona of my being 
as social symbol of the mumbling fool 
performing abject role of Dionysus 
who dances blissfully on graves of gods 
I hide from television camera eyes 
that would deform divine soul of the stars. 

To tabulate names of the global dead, 
forgotten by turmoil of history, 
I follow Kafka through the castle maze 
to find Dante asleep in Cave of Dreams 
when Adam and Eve escape Gates of Eden 
and wander lush shores of Windermere Lake. 

To syndicate these riddles of despair 
contained in cartoon tales as social jokes 
that analyze complexity of life 
I bottle time in jar of memory 
that shimmers on ghost hill of Tennessee 
which explains the slovenly wilderness. 

To stimulate psychic activity 
that flashes my brain with infinity 
I measure process of eternity 
that motivates my quest to find the grail 
which is power of woman to create 
new body from genetic spark of love. 

To speculate why atoms conjure life 
through tangled math of sexual chemistry 
when molecules bloom in organic beings 
I stand on ocean shore of timeless hope 
to translate roar of waves to holy hymns 
that code fear in weird strategy of truth.