Choir Of Communal Truth
© Surazeus
2019 02 13
Where once we planted seeds in soil of Earth
to cultivate crops for nutritious meals,
now we write words on pages of our minds
to compose stories and poems of our thoughts,
becoming farmers who cultivate dreams
that record how our brains perceive the world.
Where once we competed to control land
so our tribe can thrive by eating more food,
now bold poets and storytellers compete
to control landscape of experience,
fighting over who has the right to tell
tales of our people struggling to survive.
Grandchildren of farmers who worked with hands
to transform dirt into nutritious food,
poets now transform experience into songs
describing our journeys across the land
on endless quest through waste land of despair
to tend paradise by river of dreams.
Whose grand vision of narrative expression
that describes spirit of the human mind
exploring nature of our complex world
will assimilate all songs in one song
to mix individual voices of poets
in harmonious choir of communal truth?
Shall we cease our war for personal glory
and avoid contest for who plays Apollo
so we can weave many threads of our songs
in one tapestry of heroic myth
that reveals one soul behind many faces
so our spirits shine after we all die?
The Faceless Poet who combines all poets
in one immortal soul of human love
stands on mountain slope beside flowing river
and sings ten billion stories in one story
to reveal communal quest for one truth
that rings till the mindless sun consumes Earth.
© Surazeus
2019 02 13
Where once we planted seeds in soil of Earth
to cultivate crops for nutritious meals,
now we write words on pages of our minds
to compose stories and poems of our thoughts,
becoming farmers who cultivate dreams
that record how our brains perceive the world.
Where once we competed to control land
so our tribe can thrive by eating more food,
now bold poets and storytellers compete
to control landscape of experience,
fighting over who has the right to tell
tales of our people struggling to survive.
Grandchildren of farmers who worked with hands
to transform dirt into nutritious food,
poets now transform experience into songs
describing our journeys across the land
on endless quest through waste land of despair
to tend paradise by river of dreams.
Whose grand vision of narrative expression
that describes spirit of the human mind
exploring nature of our complex world
will assimilate all songs in one song
to mix individual voices of poets
in harmonious choir of communal truth?
Shall we cease our war for personal glory
and avoid contest for who plays Apollo
so we can weave many threads of our songs
in one tapestry of heroic myth
that reveals one soul behind many faces
so our spirits shine after we all die?
The Faceless Poet who combines all poets
in one immortal soul of human love
stands on mountain slope beside flowing river
and sings ten billion stories in one story
to reveal communal quest for one truth
that rings till the mindless sun consumes Earth.
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