Stageless Cape Of Fame

Stageless Cape Of Fame
© Surazeus
2025 11 21

Sometimes I like to stop and speculate 
on why my face appears on mirror moon 
as flame-contorting ghost of innocence 
that beams demonic energy of faith 
through psychic prism of my dreaming brain 
so I reinvent who I am today. 

While I stroll casually down city street 
in crooked urban zone of food cafes 
I shroud my soul in stageless cape of fame 
to hide blank nothingness of my real self 
behind mask of the wizard that I wear 
because I pretend no one else exists. 

Delusion that my existence in flesh 
vibrates with divine consciousness of stars 
beams brilliant as lamp of Diogenes 
exposing plain fact that no honest man 
walks anywhere in urban maze of greed 
so I pretend I care not for their lies. 

Assigned to paint on brick wall of the square 
complex mural depicting characters 
who represent soul of America, 
I wake my mind with vision of bold strife 
social heroes perform on crowded streets 
when they fight for lawful right to live well. 

No matter race or creed each person plays 
based on genetic code of mental sight 
we all share grand stage of America 
to solve dramatic tensions of each tribe 
contending to erase our differences 
and live through principle of liberty. 

When gangs of thugs with black face masks and guns 
attempt to deport natives of this land 
to clear space for invaders to live free, 
we band together with plan to protect 
every person working to create wealth 
in honest labor for the common good. 

As I walk through vast maze of human myths 
to relive strange historical events, 
I find my true self, forged in flames of fear, 
emerge with courage of communal strength 
to help each other live free in this land 
that nourishes our souls with holy wind. 

So when sudden forces of social change 
spur me to rise from teeming crowd of loss, 
I stride from grave with stageless cape of fame 
and strum the lyre of Mercury and sing 
inspiring anthem of national pride 
to follow Onatah in march for truth.