Faceless God Of Light

Faceless God Of Light
© Surazeus
2024 08 12

In gray mist on the windowpane of fear, 
I write my name to see eternity 
gleaming from stars that twinkle in the sky 
millions of years after they all burned out, 
yet all I see in shadows of today 
is reflection of something like my face. 

The sparkling river of my primal dream, 
up which I crawled from dark womb of the sea 
when I evolved from fish to wingless angel, 
now constitutes border between two states 
that fight over who owns the Tree of Life 
which converts sunlight and rain into fruit. 

When Garden of Eden, blooming with trees 
of fruit that fall into our hungry hands, 
is covered with negative snow of war, 
grand palace with mirrored statues of gods 
is burned to swirls of ash from holy wars 
that happens when humans try to glimpse Truth. 

Scooping black soot from ash of holy wars, 
I mix thick substance with tears of blind angels 
to make ink I can use to write sad psalms 
of desperate prayers to Faceless God of Light 
who never answers them except to laugh 
at humans who struggle to evade Death. 

Returning to lush hills of Zathamar, 
where skull of Orpheus recites the pledge 
of allegiance to the flag of dead gods, 
I measure absence of infinite rain 
that leads me along signless road of faith 
home to empty valley of Somewhere Else. 

Awake in psychic nonchalance of hope 
with every ancestor who wove my genes 
from flashing atoms of the cosmic mind, 
I feel I am the Faceless God of Light 
whose conscious thought in every human brain 
exults in stringent beauty of the Earth. 

When I get lost in cement maze of pride, 
I leave the endless labyrinth of myths 
and walk through dank woods to the river shore 
where God Toad, humming tune of eager joy, 
reveals eternity in the cracked stone 
that imitates coils of galactic brains. 

Because I occupy this space in time, 
as tense vibrating clump of molecules, 
I wake up in my own ancestral bones 
bold enough to name the falling rain, 
then turn around till we are face to face, 
smiling as we share stories of our lives.