Sparkle Our God Wraith

Sparkle Our God Wraith
© Surazeus
2025 04 09

Though I walk one thousand miles in the desert 
to repent needs of my animal body, 
I rejoice in beauty of rain-drenched hills 
that sprout trees providing fruit for my heart, 
so I feast till I become cosmic mind 
as disembodied spirit of mankind. 

I dance across dark skies of timeless night, 
becoming vastness of the star-bright void 
in graceful journey that weaves countless worlds 
in psychic constellations of our hearts 
that form our souls from formlessness of faith 
through chemicals that sparkle our God Wraith. 

Unfrenzied by ecstatic love for life, 
I open wide with elegant respect 
iridescent wings from dragon-egg brain 
with solemn approbation of concern 
through vibrant aspiration to transcend 
corporal body of love I comprehend. 

Crowned with laurel wreath of accomplished pride, 
I stride the sacred promenade of fate 
to bear my epic of philosophers 
for display in Museum of World Faith 
which I compose with mythic precedent 
as new book for Tellurian Testament. 

Combustible thoughts jeweling my heart 
fuel rocket engine of ambitious faith 
since I spend forty years of discipline 
constructing vehicle of psychic verse 
to soar on wings of Tiwaz around Earth 
while bearing Holy Grail of soul rebirth. 

Evaporated tears blind angels shed 
frame frantic ocean of forgetful faith 
when I sail restless waves of honesty 
by navigating tropes of social myths 
to find first homeland of my childhood dream 
mapped on face I see in the flowing stream. 

Encasing memories of my secret life 
in polished oak-wood box Pandora made, 
I hide wyrd fragments of my broken heart 
so howling spirits of surprised despair 
may mend it with commercial enterprise 
reprogrammed by loyal religious spies. 

Attempts to see clear features of my face 
will fail suspicious inquiry you spell 
for I am every soul who ever lives 
on every planet of our multiverse 
till you realize how this persona role 
molds special mask that expresses your soul.