Mask Of God Insanity

Mask Of God Insanity
© Surazeus
2024 11 03

Along sad sidewalk of the afternoon 
I skip with joy to hear the sparrow moon 
sing eerie psalms of transcendental faith 
in cosmic vision of the tree-brained wraith 
who puts words of river stones in my eyes 
so I can live my own life in disguise. 

Clockwise through spiral of infinity, 
while wearing mask of god insanity, 
I swim across vast sea of everywhere 
to visit daughter of the mountain bear 
who gives me apple of knowledge to eat 
because my truth has become obsolete. 

With celestial gears of my secret code 
I translate fragments of the shattered road 
to build trustworthy bridge of honest love 
based on perfect ideals of stars above 
which weave our bodies from atoms of light 
so in dreams I have the power of flight. 

Deep breath of cataclysmic solitude 
expands my mind beyond vain certitude 
when I pilot airplane of divine hope 
to soar with surprise of the telescope 
high above meadows of Elysium 
through holy vision of delirium. 

Advanced design of the swift motorbike 
compels my journey to be more Christlike 
when I arrive in each small country town 
to out-preach salvation of the mad clown 
by singing solemn hymns on the church stage 
based on spells written with blood on the page. 

Climbing the stairway to Heaven with pride, 
I enter Olympus with cocksure stride 
to give Book of Visions to the Star Queen 
who approves my marriage with Melusine 
as reward for concealing prophecies 
that foretell rise of world democracies. 

Yet vision of the world that we all share 
has shattered into scriptural vaporware 
so every person has their own world view 
which differently decides what could be true 
though what is real always stands test of time 
so vulgar lies fade before the sublime. 

Still wearing mask of god insanity, 
as prophet of Astarianity, 
I repaint idols in the maze of myths 
that venerate careers of brave wordsmiths 
so we all bathe in Lake of Memory 
that restores our vital soul energy.