Mission To Play Clockward

Mission To Play Clockward
© Surazeus
2026 05 15

Floating formless in alphabetized wind 
with stringent arrogance of morbid laughter, 
I map bluffed apertures of my fake mind 
to guard peach pie of my celestial daughter 
who assures me she knows how to perform 
unexpected code through cuneiform. 

Asking how our bodies are born seems gauche 
but Jesus always makes it seem so awkward 
because my character is still ebauche 
despite my holy mission to play clockward 
if my soulmate says I am sinister 
since I choose to become world minister. 

Without angel wings I am more adroit 
at building boats with glass hands of the  jester 
who defies oligarchs when they exploit 
objective ambition of the beast-master  
who trains his daughter to be dexterous 
though she thinks no state can be prosperous. 

With crystal eyes I know I cannot lose 
through fraught calculation of sincere passion 
disguised as fractal ballet of the rose 
which inspires me to go against the fashion 
and play Light-Bearer role of Lucifer 
who defies tyranny of Jupiter. 

Born to always play the wise scullion 
who never escapes crystal walls of Heaven, 
I organize our world rebellion 
with wise direction of the Silver Raven 
who teaches me the method used to save 
mankind from laughing demon in the cave. 

Too clever to win with the wizard card, 
that illustrates well the human condition, 
when I accept Minerva as my ward, 
I harmonize tumult of god ambition 
against better judgment of the Blind Queen 
who demands I design her time machine. 

Looking for another mirror to break 
through psychic anguish of the sordid circle, 
I wear glass mask of the angelic freak 
who prophesies American debacle 
erased from history by the famous scribe 
who buys insurance for our Dream Archive. 

Make me your lyre tuned to the ocean flood 
that tones each flushed season with solemn humor 
so I hover over your world and brood 
to escape celebrity of fame glamour 
that curses impetuous souls with fate 
to play the Fisherman instead of bait.