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Thursday, July 9, 2026

Official Mask Of Fate

Official Mask Of Fate
© Surazeus
2026 07 09

Stuck in the painting of my faceless ghost, 
that hangs on sun-bleached wall of bloodless wind 
in empty house somewhere on signless road 
where no one ever goes to find their heart, 
I pretend I am cold light of the moon 
as I float deep in water of my mind. 

Awake in timeless silence of undeath, 
I love to feel soft undulating waves 
that people speak caress my tingling skin 
so I almost remember secret name 
my mother dreamed one hour before my birth 
which gleams as sunlight in web of tree limbs. 

While sitting in my house on somewhere street, 
with wife and children in their private rooms, 
I hear ten million voices whisper poems 
that pulse with energy of my heartbeat 
in global choir of angels who express 
ache of sorrow to design happiness. 

Your secret hopes and fears echo in words 
you write in posts on social media sites 
that shimmer in great cloud of divine lights 
translating human thoughts from tweets of birds 
that blend in raucous harmony of hope 
with desperate need to help each other cope. 

Though I gaze in pool where Narcissus drowned, 
I see your faces blend in my one face 
for we are angels of one human race 
born from First Mother whose whole heart is crowned 
with jeweled ring of wisdom we all share 
in coil of genes that weaves our souls with care. 

Though I hear all your voices echo clear 
in woods where Echo plays the violin, 
that radiates vibes of mental medicine, 
I sing in syncopated rhyme of cheer 
that cracks enormous egg of dragon brain 
which nourishes my heart to soothe its pain. 

Bloomed in the painting of my faceless ghost 
which I wear as official mask of fate, 
I attend the Global Conference of Seers 
at University of Zarathia 
to present panel on star prophecies 
composed by Sibyl in the Vatican. 

All weird illusions of my special role 
dissipate to mist on shore of the lake 
where words of every poem that humans write 
sparkle as water of silent respect 
on which I row my boat of fantasy 
to photograph proud monster of the deep. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus records songs Echo plays on violin which millions buy at concerts she plays in great halls of innocence in every city around the world.

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