Strange Idea Of Myself

Strange Idea Of Myself
© Surazeus
2023 07 15

To swim in lacustrine cities of dreams 
that vibrate with anger of ancient faith 
I transform my hate into futile love 
because I want to control the Blue Sky 
with the Ivory Tower of sacred truths 
that preserves strange Idea of Myself. 

With arrogant disdain for honest tales 
I savor emptiness of afternoons 
till Icarus, with tools he forged in Hell, 
teaches me how to make wings from despair 
so I can fly above the hungry sea 
to find the child who wears my secret face. 

While gliding high among red glowing clouds, 
where wingless angels strum old broken harps, 
I wonder who tends beacons on the coast 
as loyal sentinels of lazy gods 
who play with humans on chessboard of power 
till I disrupt their capitalist games. 

If sea breeze sparks me from my startled dream 
I think about the project I designed 
that would recalibrate ontology 
through strict adjustment of old moral laws 
which better illustrates insouciant fate 
because I gamble for the keys to Heaven. 

Thus I build mountain of indifferent facts 
with eager tenderness for fragile souls 
who pour bright energy of aching hope 
in timeless monuments of naked power 
to worship bold illusions they create 
when children break into rainbow of tears. 

These sacred treasures of concepts I find 
buried with corpses on Moon River shore 
shine brighter than feathers of angel wings 
I use as quills to write these arcane spells 
as mocking riddles that encode with tropes 
foul crimes committed by the filthy rich. 

When wild aurora of the frosted sky 
embodies fierce ambition to rule Earth 
she will appear to me in human form 
as moon-eyed woman of the starry lake 
who dances with bold grace of confidence 
on island of the snake who knows my name. 

I find the key that opens every door 
hidden in plain sight of philosophy 
as eye-mirror mask of the singing clock, 
so I reach out my hand with tender care 
to wear the wings that Icarus designed 
that reveal strange Idea of Myself.