Live And Die Unknown
© Surazeus
2018 12 04
After walking the crowded city streets,
like the wolf glides through crowd of milling sheep,
I ascend broad marble library steps
and push through glass doors to the quiet hall
like the sinner who escapes flames of Hell
and enters gates of Heaven with delight.
Stacking dozens of books with poetry,
written over the past two thousand years,
I sit at large wood desk by glowing window
with grand view showing towers of silver glass
and read ten thousand lines of flashing verse
that conjure visions in my dreaming brain.
What vision do I see of human life,
I ponder, gazing at sunlight on trees,
encoded in these poems of crafted verse
presenting scenes of people in landscapes
and how they perceive secret energy
that pulses through everything that exists?
Through swirling mist of their elegant verse
I catch glimpses of their observing minds
that reflect perceptions of bright insight
when they analyze chaos of experience
to organize human action through drama
revealing principles of moral virtue.
Through special characters of human souls,
as puppets that perform on stage of hope
actions that cause effects of social change,
we see ancient spirit of human lust
containing archetype of psychic pattern
packaged in their personality mask.
Each human body generates new soul
of flashing consciousness that motivates
progress of their passion through maze of hopes
when they navigate landscape of desire,
then others who watch them perform their role
encode their behavior in timeless tales.
The passionate poet who cannot relate
to people in their clan community
leaves social circles of the happy people
and wanders far into waste land of fear
on endless quest for the apple of truth
that blossoms on the ancient tree of knowledge.
We all embark on that quest for the fruit,
I chuckle, watching cars glide on highways,
to stand on the street in the market place
and sing strange visions flashing in our eyes
that reveal truths of human interaction
through complex metaphors that mask our pain.
From tool-makers crafting material things
we humans evolve into story-tellers
crafting visions of complex human drama
to illustrate our moral principles
that present noble actions of good heroes
versus vicious actions of evil tyrants.
Behavior of the common human being
who seeks to form simple productive life
with loyal partner on the road of hope,
sing, Muse Calliope, about each person
who succeeds in the comedy of love
or fails in the tragedy of despair.
After writing twelve pages in new essay
for class on the nature of literature,
I notice library is closing soon,
so I close my laptop, pack all my things,
and leave the quiet peace of paradise
to descend broad marble library steps.
Riding on crowded bus of silent people,
I gaze out the window at the vast sky
blazing gold as the setting sun shines bright
on high snow-frosted slopes of Mount Rainier,
and think about endless story of mankind,
nameless billions who live and die unknown.
© Surazeus
2018 12 04
After walking the crowded city streets,
like the wolf glides through crowd of milling sheep,
I ascend broad marble library steps
and push through glass doors to the quiet hall
like the sinner who escapes flames of Hell
and enters gates of Heaven with delight.
Stacking dozens of books with poetry,
written over the past two thousand years,
I sit at large wood desk by glowing window
with grand view showing towers of silver glass
and read ten thousand lines of flashing verse
that conjure visions in my dreaming brain.
What vision do I see of human life,
I ponder, gazing at sunlight on trees,
encoded in these poems of crafted verse
presenting scenes of people in landscapes
and how they perceive secret energy
that pulses through everything that exists?
Through swirling mist of their elegant verse
I catch glimpses of their observing minds
that reflect perceptions of bright insight
when they analyze chaos of experience
to organize human action through drama
revealing principles of moral virtue.
Through special characters of human souls,
as puppets that perform on stage of hope
actions that cause effects of social change,
we see ancient spirit of human lust
containing archetype of psychic pattern
packaged in their personality mask.
Each human body generates new soul
of flashing consciousness that motivates
progress of their passion through maze of hopes
when they navigate landscape of desire,
then others who watch them perform their role
encode their behavior in timeless tales.
The passionate poet who cannot relate
to people in their clan community
leaves social circles of the happy people
and wanders far into waste land of fear
on endless quest for the apple of truth
that blossoms on the ancient tree of knowledge.
We all embark on that quest for the fruit,
I chuckle, watching cars glide on highways,
to stand on the street in the market place
and sing strange visions flashing in our eyes
that reveal truths of human interaction
through complex metaphors that mask our pain.
From tool-makers crafting material things
we humans evolve into story-tellers
crafting visions of complex human drama
to illustrate our moral principles
that present noble actions of good heroes
versus vicious actions of evil tyrants.
Behavior of the common human being
who seeks to form simple productive life
with loyal partner on the road of hope,
sing, Muse Calliope, about each person
who succeeds in the comedy of love
or fails in the tragedy of despair.
After writing twelve pages in new essay
for class on the nature of literature,
I notice library is closing soon,
so I close my laptop, pack all my things,
and leave the quiet peace of paradise
to descend broad marble library steps.
Riding on crowded bus of silent people,
I gaze out the window at the vast sky
blazing gold as the setting sun shines bright
on high snow-frosted slopes of Mount Rainier,
and think about endless story of mankind,
nameless billions who live and die unknown.
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