Frankenstein Of Our Selves

Frankenstein Of Our Selves
© Surazeus
2026 08 13

I will never relate confusing tale 
of that many-faced man who is not real 
because his spirit lingers in all books 
as every character singers have formed 
from tangled mess of their old memories 
that wanders as Frankenstein of our Selves. 

No quixotic journey of the brave fool 
depicts his existential alienation 
through discombobulated experience, 
trapped in cultural entropy of faith, 
better than his gnostic quest to find 
one real self in clutter of his fake selves. 

While standing in spotlight of social games 
on stage in Theater of the Absurd, 
the many-faced man with the Wand of Hermes 
declaims Plural Being of the fractured mind 
which he assembles in puzzle of tales 
with masks scattered in vast Maze of Dead Gods. 

If he employs intellectual caprice 
to feel himself through his multiple selves, 
he might annihilate the private self 
to release the Cosmic Self of Ungod 
from varied fragments of the diamond egg 
which encloses our entire universe. 

To analogize transcendence of self, 
he detaches mythic mind from his frame 
of pulsing flesh that hungers for sweet fruit, 
trapped in our disenchanted world of truth, 
when he designs new mental surrogate 
to bear his soul to Heaven on Word Wings. 

Through prerogative of self-sacrifice, 
the many-faced man, without wit or wiles, 
liberates immortal soul of his genes 
from temporary body of his self 
to wake divine consciousness of Ungod 
in sponge brain of his arrogant respect. 

Opposing paradigms of mental states 
present outward explosion of one self 
that finds all other selves inside oneself, 
who inwardly dissolves the mortal self 
to pure dream language of the Never Self, 
though fraught with contradictions of not-self. 

Thus through expressions of the many-self, 
driven by paradox of our dream quest, 
the many-faced man still seeks to achieve 
puzzling serenity of Nothingness 
by expanding scope with fullness of Being 
till he becomes each self who ever lives.