Cove Of The Introverse

Cove Of The Introverse
© Surazeus
2026 01 15

Arbitrary array of random thoughts 
embodies ancient spirit of respect 
awake in chemical shells with hot brains 
that pulse attentively from sparkling words 
so we become self-conscious clowns of love 
happily awkward at confession time. 

Round-about method for stacking concepts 
as bricks in thick walls that protect our hearts 
betrays naive trust in goodness of fate 
that leaves our bodies vulnerable to fear 
blasting excessive rates of ardent faith 
which blinds my eyes to danger by my side. 

Huddled safe in cove of the introverse, 
where demon fish with arrogant eyes crawl, 
I laugh assertively to dispel rage 
swelling from strange darkness inside my heart 
that knocks me sideways in sudden surprise 
because I understand why creatures die. 

Soft sand of the beach soothes my aching mind 
with supple sorrow sagaciously caught 
by thoughtless debates between faceless ghosts 
aghast at dismissive whispers of leaves 
which deign to shelter our bodies from rain 
that always seems to know feelings we hide. 

Startled by sudden beat of flaming wings, 
I see demonic sphinx with scarlet feathers 
glide gracefully above my secret cove, 
so I hold my breath with terrified wonder 
at what powerful leader of the world 
will die at the coming of Gamayun. 

Gasping for breath with curious despair, 
I follow flaming wings of Gamayun, 
who lands on jagged judgment stone of truth 
where Perun sits proud on gold throne of power, 
and watch amazed as siren with gold eyes 
attacks great thunder god with tearing claws. 

Astonished at sudden bloody demise 
of that great king who ruled since dawn of time, 
I stare down at his mangled corpse of bones 
that once aggressively asserted power 
with brute strength of spirit-controlling rage, 
fierce god diminished to torn lifeless corpse. 

Holding scepter of power in my hand, 
and wearing cape of feathers Perun wore, 
I sit on throne of power where he sat 
before vast crowd of ghosts who praise my name, 
till dream of glory vanishes in gloom 
when the sun-bright Gamayun flies away.