Mask Of Secret Agony

Mask Of Secret Agony
© Surazeus
2025 04 07

The woman in the scarlet gown of faith, 
who might wear mask of secret agony, 
holds flame of contemplation in her hand 
till moon-white dove emerges from her heart 
in sudden misdirection to conceal 
intense desire to ransom truth from hate. 

The oldest woman in the world reveals 
electric heart that operates the globe 
with flashing gears of subatomic words 
from urgent message that we throw ourselves 
in sea of stars to cleanse our rotten souls 
with jubilation surpassing regret. 

Each falling star that shatters spaceless time 
guides us to plumb bright depths of our abyss 
with weightless lamentation of new clouds, 
though we are weighed down by exhausting fear 
to sacrifice reluctant praise for death 
with intimate pretext of secret love. 

Outbreak of song from vibrant lungs of hope 
reflects unusual action that heals pain 
before indigenous touch resurrects 
diminished stature of our shared respect 
with tender aspect of unnoticed praise 
since angels mark our doors with tears of ghosts. 

Grim demeanor unexpressed before dawn 
allows too much collapsing states of trust 
abundant with excessive graves where love 
bleeds unchangeable wealth for sleepless hours 
before excluded moments satisfy 
pretension to knowledge unearned by prayers. 

Alone on sleepless landscape, circled tight 
by savage gods still thirsty for our hope, 
we give each other fruit we steal from death, 
and playact why we have angelic wings 
strong enough to carry our heavy hearts 
along the winding river bright with tricks. 

Fabulous with tales of the avalanche 
that realigns our world view fate designed, 
we languish in conventions of sad trees 
to share idle gossip about dead gods, 
foolish enough to believe we might find 
diamond of unbelievable respect. 

Latent honesty of unchanging jokes, 
confounded by cerebral hemispheres 
that distract graceful dancers in glass rain, 
inspires determined purpose to transcend 
internal quietude of wordless books 
that fly away on raven wings of faith.