Art Of Radical Insight

Art Of Radical Insight
© Surazeus
2025 05 19

To psychoanalyze my state of mind 
within framework of the Hamlet discourse, 
I enter laboratory of the state 
to practice art of radical insight 
through performance of madness inside words 
that wards off ghosts listening at my door. 

On contours of my deep ambivalence 
toward secret nature of my serpent heart 
I stumble against obstacles of hope 
to shift attention of my eager faith 
through misdirection of my stated goals 
to evade being role model for the world. 

I am no mascot for this fractured time 
by surfing waves of elemental change 
though I lounge in consulting room of fear 
to wrestle angels of aggressive cheer 
who test fierce loyalty of my shy heart 
to the faceless monster who reigns on high. 

Wearing mask of the psychoanalyst, 
I guide lost souls with lyre of Mercury 
that rings with melodies Orpheus wrote 
from cavern of illusions trapped in words 
they write with blood of angels in blank books 
to formulate fuel from sludge of despair. 

Attempting to figure out who I am, 
I strip away all signs of social status 
so I stand naked on the careless field, 
unshielded by illusions of false pride, 
though I must suffer weird mental dysfunction 
because I chant weird prophecies of fate. 

Uncanny to myself, I hear my voice 
reverberate against walls of the state 
which shakes pillars of the establishment, 
yet I sing visions from my own deep mind, 
which no shadowed muse demands I dictate, 
that springs from weird persona of my soul. 

When I stop to think about the weird world, 
the wires of my brain explode sparks of code 
that reprogram how I perceive the real, 
perhaps because I sublimate harsh truth 
with polished metaphors of sublime art 
that traps demonic horror in strict form. 

My one big theory tangled in my heart 
explains true nature of the universe 
that organizes every disparate fact 
in sprawling puzzle of our memories 
which I assemble from all human tales 
to psychoanalyze my state of mind.