Sweet Agony Of Being Alive
© Surazeus
2018 06 08
With this sweet agony of being alive
I wander listless through daily routine
to maintain energy of constant progress,
recording riddles that no one can solve.
Arching angled around absolute zone
of stifled laughter at excessive joke
of national world view, our words project
fragile bubble on gushing stream of time.
I want to lie with you in backyard grass
at midnight, together on spinning globe
so we can foresee where our world is going,
wildly wobbling where weird wonders deceive.
Yet our worlds are so far apart from why
we walk the same road beyond forest shadow,
side by side in parallel universes
of cosmic contortions that bind our hearts.
I drive the same road to work and back home
one thousand eight hundred days in eight years
under pale blue sky of aching desire
to balance my flow while the world whirls wildly.
I carve grand statues of ten thousand gods
who stand in temple of glorious memory
which dissolve in storm of forgetfulness
so I stand alone with eyes full of rain.
The owl in the tree that once bore rich fruit
explains the algebra of the White Whole
while I pretend to play the fractured flute
then laugh because no one can take my soul.
Why am I here now, I muse in the gloom
that billows from silent fire in my heart,
and where should I go in the vast round world
which spins in sparkling neurons of my brain?
I want to gaze in her eyes to explore
extensive labyrinth of her secret hopes
but she looks away, so I stare at stars
that mirror dreams which escape from her mind.
Each time I think I find myself I vanish
into someone else I pretend to be,
strolling forever by the shimmering sea
to dream the moment we meet in strange light.
Strange light beams down in slanting rays of truth,
illuminating timeless world of trust
when we embrace and become the whole world
as tune of love vibrates our web of atoms.
With this sweet agony of being alive
we dance together on the ocean shore
to sing with each swirl of the sparkling wave
and make love till we become the Earth core.
© Surazeus
2018 06 08
With this sweet agony of being alive
I wander listless through daily routine
to maintain energy of constant progress,
recording riddles that no one can solve.
Arching angled around absolute zone
of stifled laughter at excessive joke
of national world view, our words project
fragile bubble on gushing stream of time.
I want to lie with you in backyard grass
at midnight, together on spinning globe
so we can foresee where our world is going,
wildly wobbling where weird wonders deceive.
Yet our worlds are so far apart from why
we walk the same road beyond forest shadow,
side by side in parallel universes
of cosmic contortions that bind our hearts.
I drive the same road to work and back home
one thousand eight hundred days in eight years
under pale blue sky of aching desire
to balance my flow while the world whirls wildly.
I carve grand statues of ten thousand gods
who stand in temple of glorious memory
which dissolve in storm of forgetfulness
so I stand alone with eyes full of rain.
The owl in the tree that once bore rich fruit
explains the algebra of the White Whole
while I pretend to play the fractured flute
then laugh because no one can take my soul.
Why am I here now, I muse in the gloom
that billows from silent fire in my heart,
and where should I go in the vast round world
which spins in sparkling neurons of my brain?
I want to gaze in her eyes to explore
extensive labyrinth of her secret hopes
but she looks away, so I stare at stars
that mirror dreams which escape from her mind.
Each time I think I find myself I vanish
into someone else I pretend to be,
strolling forever by the shimmering sea
to dream the moment we meet in strange light.
Strange light beams down in slanting rays of truth,
illuminating timeless world of trust
when we embrace and become the whole world
as tune of love vibrates our web of atoms.
With this sweet agony of being alive
we dance together on the ocean shore
to sing with each swirl of the sparkling wave
and make love till we become the Earth core.
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