Hide My True Face

Hide My True Face
© Surazeus
2025 01 13

I keep attempting to hide my true face, 
but everyone seems to know who I am. 
Every day I give myself a new name 
but nobody knows I am still the same. 
Fame I disdain with sneer of arrogance 
since I will be dead with no second chance. 

I write my name on the wall of the church 
but no one can read my new alphabet. 
Every day I set out in eager search 
to find the Holy Grail in time for lunch. 
Crunch of snow under my new polished boots 
alerts the moon-eyed owl of death who hoots. 

I give Astarian Scriptures to the sane 
who go mad when they read my magic spells. 
Every new story reprograms my brain 
with more complicated view of the world. 
Herald of wisdom arrives just in time 
to witness how wingless angels can climb. 

I erase meaning from lines of dream code 
to highlight beauty of things that just are. 
Every swamp draws its ever-changing map 
with keys that only open random doors. 
Stores that sell world views designed by dead poets 
commercialize visions of crazy laureates. 

I deconstruct patriarchal world view 
to dismantle engine of privilege. 
Every concept about male magnitude 
adjusts power of female fortitude. 
Food transforms dirt into substance of life 
to energize our growth through social strife. 

I channel spirit of humanity 
through magic spell of psychic harmony. 
Every demon which animates the mind 
wears angel mask to embody the land. 
Hand of the market that manipulates 
always locks wealth behind heavenly gates. 

I map strange history of human advance 
through technology of the ritual dance. 
Every actor struts their hour on the stage, 
but curious Time always turns the page. 
Cage of ideology traps the fool 
who disdains open wisdom of the school. 

I will never reveal who I might be 
except to leave you with this arcane key. 
Every road I walk bears my secret name, 
for I am master of the bardic game. 
Frame of reference that hangs on temple wall 
compounds the notion I am Percival.