Mercurial Wail Of Solitude

Mercurial Wail Of Solitude
© Surazeus
2026 06 07

Our world may be mask for the eyeless god 
who veils immortal light of its vast face 
behind endless swirling of the storm cloud, 
yet my airplane in the sky leaves no trace 
as proof of life that glows outside my head, 
born as Winged Victory of Samothrace. 

This puzzling world pretends to be more real 
than Heaven I imagine in my mind 
so I sing with roar only oceans feel 
when blazing sun, no peaceful god designed, 
sinks deep in surging waves of timeless wheel 
with eerie tune that sailors strive to find. 

Struck by mercurial wail of solitude, 
I see sweet siren with long flowing hair 
lounge on large jagged island in sad mood 
while gazing past my face in sunset glare 
with casual horror of her pulchritude 
enchanting me with love because I care. 

Dark places of this world within my heart 
blaze bright with power of the holy word 
which I find written on my secret chart 
by potent wisdom that long rings unheard 
with aching privilege of faith to start 
assertive games that reclaim the preferred. 

Alert to readjustment of the bomb 
that never touches strangeness of dark hills, 
I search vast maze of rubble for my home 
with buoyed innocence of moon-splashed walls 
to calculate social power of doom 
as blind force of fate that obeys no rules. 

Through misty groves of academe I fly 
beyond enchanted place I know is fake 
to find where frivolous gods still ask why 
we cannot keep great treasures our hands make 
unless I agree to play the dream spy 
by searching for source of the magic lake. 

Till morning gleams with shifting mutant forms, 
which reframe our psychic identities, 
I meditate with peace of lightning storms 
to transcend religious serenities 
that deconstruct all our conceptual norms 
with divine right of mortal entities. 

When our huge Ship of State strikes the iceberg 
that swells through oligarchic tyranny, 
I swim to island of the laughing lark 
who welcomes me home to my barony 
where I study process of orange clockwork 
in vain attempt to plot weird irony.