Puzzle Code Of Esoterica

Puzzle Code Of Esoterica
© Surazeus
2025 10 01

The way sunlight glints off windshields of cars 
annoys my heart with beauty of our world, 
so I fly my soul to conceptual stars 
on steel wings designed by the cosmic herald 
who records the fall of America 
in puzzle code of esoterica. 

I want to rebuild world view of our brains 
so we can perceive the True Reality 
which seems to disappear in autumn rains 
till I reveal Nature through cartography 
depicting human face as soul of faith 
that writhes with anguish of the solar wraith. 

I knock on every door in maze of myths 
to find the secret home where I was born, 
but Fortune crowns me Queen of Monoliths 
responsible for fields of blooming corn, 
so I wait stoically in the glass tower 
far from the crowded church where people cower. 

The way wind ruffles leaves of naive trees 
inspires my heart to know your suffering, 
constrained by shocking curse words of the breeze 
since God disdains our sincere offering, 
though no one wants to criticize the king 
who shrieks blasphemies when he tries to sing. 

False prophets stand before the microphone 
and preach salvation of the noble race 
whose monuments, crushed by the rolling stone, 
glare bright with gold that hides his haughty face 
behind polished mask of sincerity 
while stealing wealth of our prosperity. 

I hear fraught voice of people in the streets 
decry sudden fall of democracy 
beneath greed of totalitarian boots 
that crush our faith with abject fallacy 
despite our firm resolve to resist hate 
that topples tyrants based on rule of fate. 

The man who crashes his truck in the church 
to shoot the hippie prophet much too woke, 
fires bullets at the gargoyle on her perch 
who punishes him in Hell with stupid joke 
which makes him writhe with anguish of despair 
since he feels equality is not fair. 

While I map history of humanity 
on time-animated atlas of change, 
Orpheus programs psychic sanity 
that helps us measure cryptographic range 
so we can calculate when to adjust 
focus of our state on truth we can trust.