Rising Sun Of Truth

Rising Sun Of Truth
© Surazeus
2026 06 16

Though blinded by the rising sun of truth, 
that deconstructs weird religious world view 
preprogrammed in my brain as I grew up, 
I gaze with awe at beauty of the world 
that blazes brightly outside frame of words 
with glow that dissolves ideologies. 

Awakened by the rising sun of truth, 
that cracks mirror of my childhood beliefs, 
I gather fragments of social events 
to assemble new world ontology 
depicting progress of the human race 
as monkeys boasting they have angel wings. 

Heart entranced by the rising sun of truth, 
that luminates grove of shadowy ghosts, 
I enter cave beside the roaring sea 
where Polyphemus kept his herd of sheep 
to hear his skull explain in riddle-code 
how to take power in the Twilight Zone. 

Empowered by the rising sun of truth, 
that channels souls of ancient demigods 
through flashing neurons of my spongy brain, 
I strum the broken lyre of Mercury 
and howl conceptual hymns of ardency 
before locked gates of Heaven in hard rain. 

Soul transformed by the rising sun of truth, 
that rearranges puzzle of my mind, 
I organize my random memories 
in coherent narrative of my life 
where I journey on quest of the wise fool 
to comprehend the true nature of things. 

Still amazed by the rising sun of truth, 
that weaves my soul from flashing molecules, 
I climb high rugged trail of eager hope 
to grand castle on steep Harshena peak 
to find Thoosa bathing in her pool 
who hopes I will give her Apple of Eris. 

Not amused by the rising sun of truth, 
that melts thick wax of my Icarian wings, 
I visit Catullus in his humble home 
where zephyrs rustle leaves of apple trees 
as Aphrodite dances in silk gown 
while airplanes bomb cathedral of the clown. 

Analyzed by the rising sun of truth, 
that conjugates emotions of my heart 
through unauthorized ciphers of charades, 
I dismantle components of my brain 
designed to calculate customized worth, 
then document dynamic game of thrones.