Mirror Of Perfect Masks

Mirror Of Perfect Masks
© Surazeus
2025 10 27

When I gaze in mirror of perfect masks 
to perceive true nature of my Brain Being, 
I see faces of my ancestors glow 
with psychic energy of urgent hope 
to transcend limits each body presents 
in my quest to evolve from fish to god. 

Halfway along timeline of special change 
through progress of spirit development, 
I find myself in temporary state 
as wingless angel with obsessive faith 
that I can survive constant global wars 
to generate new life before I die. 

Wearing mask of my public character 
to disguise true persona of my soul, 
I apply cosmetic glamor of faith 
that shields my spirit from mocking attack 
by people also wearing masks of fear 
so we preserve our wounds with pious care. 

I will not gamble through reverent risk 
in social games of competitive stance 
with fierce obsessive strife for starless fame 
as national Dream Star who represents 
persona people need to see perform 
dramatic role of hero who fights death. 

Evading eyes of death in camera lens 
that lures me to perform on stage of fame, 
I slip through cracks in walls of paradise 
to hide in cavern of Persephone 
who smiles and gives me pungent fruit to eat 
as I strum lyre of Mercury and weep. 

Though hidden deep in underworld of faith 
where I sing heart-enchanting spells of hope, 
I dance secure my soul is safe in Hell 
far from the lightning-judgment eyes of God 
who punishes vain mortals for false pride, 
till I grow wings from weird wounds of my heart. 

Masks people wear appear at first opaque 
so I suspend judgment when we first meet, 
but actions they perform and words they speak 
render their faces transparent to view 
which lets me see clear who they really are, 
and what fear motivates how they behave. 

While I float in mirror of perfect masks, 
I feel my special spirit navigate 
ever-shifting maze of conceptual myths 
as I glow brighter with maturity, 
peaceful with happiness at my progress 
since I know I will at last dissipate.