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Sunday, October 18, 2026

Mask Of New Identity

Mask Of New Identity
© Surazeus
2026 10 18

To calibrate antenna of my brain 
with flashing movement of palpable pride, 
when hope expands precise pitch of my mind 
in tune with strange breath of mute river stones, 
I smile at you to broadcast love I feel 
that you exist with visions on your tongue. 

Attuning knob of my dragonized heart 
along cosmic spectrum of voiceless ghosts, 
I find electric song of ocean waves 
vibrating from the radio of my brain 
that dredges monstrous memories of desire 
from lightless abyss of the fertile sea. 

My spirit blooms from nothingness of light 
that flash my brain awake in glow of dawn 
so I breathe eyeless spirit of the sun 
that fuels my progress on the river shore 
where I fight gangs of thieves for apple tree 
that gives fruit to all hands in liberty. 

My hands draw from cold depths of energy 
writhing demons that scream in ecstasy 
when I roast fish on flames of jealousy, 
then shriek my wordless power at gold clouds 
that float indifferent to my suffering 
in vain attempt to prove I am alive. 

Death always waits in shadow of each day 
behind large boulders on the beach of faith, 
so I crouch ready for their sudden attack 
till soft wind rustles branches of the tree 
where one small raven watches over me 
with eyes that know why stars will never die. 

When I wear mask of new identity, 
which I carve from trunk of the singing tree, 
Death runs away on frantic legs of fear 
so I declare myself god of the sea 
as storm winds lash huge waves in loyalty 
beneath the shining demon of the moon. 

Fierce passion to survive millions of years 
of rebirth through each generated soul 
still motivates my drive to rule the world 
which I enclose in engine of my heart 
to animate my quest on road of life 
when I sing epic tale of scientists. 

The eyeless mother of the monstrous sea 
gave birth to spirit of my flashing genes 
so I evolve four hundred million years 
from fish to wingless angel who wears mask 
that shields my soul from mocking rage of hate 
because I glow with truth till Death finds me. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus wanders along the sea with Ophelia who dances around him with awkward shyness of new lovers who long to kiss as waves sing of their sweet romance.

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