Why We Die
© Surazeus
2018 10 12
The laughter of the open door that knows
how to play chess with the conniving trees
although morning light whispers secret code
that will reveal the reason why we die.
Quick as the wind swirling without desire
however soon we must be born again
to open the front door just after dawn
and listen to light explain why we die.
Alone on the front porch of the plain house
to watch leaves of trees flutter in the breeze
conceal catastrophe through manic puzzles
on which humming street signs hide why we die.
From the front porch who can hear the glass river
talk to the old trees marching as to war
though the blind prophet drinks coffee alone
and becomes the stream to dream why we die.
Strange shadow of hope on the farther shore
hovers always just outside the unlocked door
to reveal code that controls how the eye
searches time to discover why we die.
Going forward with bleak numb unconcern
on merry-go-round of daily routine
to survive another day of hot lust
to devour the world and know why we die.
The restless faith of belief in perfection
to ache with happiness of blinding passion
at wild release of tension to transform
new body from anguish of why we die.
Fractured dogma out of the strict routine
to balance expense through tight self-control
when surfing ecstasy on crashing waves
though Dionysus explains why we die.
Day after day in the tall tower of stone
to watch for rapists penetrating walls
protects innocence stuck in paradise
who will escape to ignore why we die.
The old man walks from home to the train station,
listening to birds in trees greet the dawn,
grateful our civil war is fought online
on principles to avoid why we die.
His eyes survey the waste land of great cities,
miles of factories and apartment buildings
where millions of nobodies worship singers
who pretend to know truth of why we die.
We build secure castles in paradise
to watch movies about our superheroes
who save our planet from demons of greed
while the preacher denies why we die.
© Surazeus
2018 10 12
The laughter of the open door that knows
how to play chess with the conniving trees
although morning light whispers secret code
that will reveal the reason why we die.
Quick as the wind swirling without desire
however soon we must be born again
to open the front door just after dawn
and listen to light explain why we die.
Alone on the front porch of the plain house
to watch leaves of trees flutter in the breeze
conceal catastrophe through manic puzzles
on which humming street signs hide why we die.
From the front porch who can hear the glass river
talk to the old trees marching as to war
though the blind prophet drinks coffee alone
and becomes the stream to dream why we die.
Strange shadow of hope on the farther shore
hovers always just outside the unlocked door
to reveal code that controls how the eye
searches time to discover why we die.
Going forward with bleak numb unconcern
on merry-go-round of daily routine
to survive another day of hot lust
to devour the world and know why we die.
The restless faith of belief in perfection
to ache with happiness of blinding passion
at wild release of tension to transform
new body from anguish of why we die.
Fractured dogma out of the strict routine
to balance expense through tight self-control
when surfing ecstasy on crashing waves
though Dionysus explains why we die.
Day after day in the tall tower of stone
to watch for rapists penetrating walls
protects innocence stuck in paradise
who will escape to ignore why we die.
The old man walks from home to the train station,
listening to birds in trees greet the dawn,
grateful our civil war is fought online
on principles to avoid why we die.
His eyes survey the waste land of great cities,
miles of factories and apartment buildings
where millions of nobodies worship singers
who pretend to know truth of why we die.
We build secure castles in paradise
to watch movies about our superheroes
who save our planet from demons of greed
while the preacher denies why we die.
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