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Monday, September 22, 2025

Jester Mask Of Faith

Jester Mask Of Faith
© Surazeus
2025 09 22

Though day and night are equal in my heart 
at gentle turning of our verdant world 
I feel myself unbalanced without wings 
before virginal Justice holding scales 
by which she judges intent of the mind 
to analyze effects of good and evil. 

Eager to ascend tall Tower of Truth, 
I steal keys of the kingdom from Saint Peter 
with hope to see perspective of the world 
composed of Ideas that persist in Heaven, 
imbued with light and shadow that reveals 
beauty of every structure formed from atoms. 

Yet when I open portal to lost time 
for highest room in tall Tower of Truth, 
I find Cassandra, dressed in scarlet gown, 
gazing deep in gold crystal ball of fate 
who prophesies that I will rule the world, 
so I flee from role of the cosmic herald. 

Stumbling exhausted down the signless road 
on windy prairie where wordless winds blow 
east of the rocky Rainbow Mountain range, 
I find abandoned lyre of Mercury 
half-buried on Missouri River shore, 
so I extract it from corpse of my faith. 

Wandering far across America 
in countless towns from sea to shining sea, 
I play grunge folk songs on old rusty strings 
and sing dire prophecies Cassandra dreamed 
to prove that no one will believe the truth 
even as our empire crumbles to lies. 

I cannot remove jester mask of faith 
that hides identity of my fake self 
because King Midas, enraged by sharp jokes, 
sends blood-thirsty Furies to hunt me down 
and hang me from telephone pole of fear 
though I am Angelus whom Hera sent. 

Sprung from the dreamless eyes of cruel Cronus, 
three Furies race along crowded highways 
to catch me as I fly toward temple hall 
where wise Athena chants Kabbalic spells 
that channel psychic energy of stars 
to power my soul with visions of peace. 

When Ophelia dives in the River Styx 
she transforms into mermaid with gold scales, 
and swims down into silent sea of dreams 
to bear Orpheus with attentive care 
safe to lush shore of Chesapeake Bay 
where she crowns him King of Zarathia. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus drops the crown on the White House lawn as he climbs over the fence and runs away west to live by a river in a hidden valley of the Cascade Mountains.

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