Tuesday, May 9, 2023

Marble Statues Of Beauty

Marble Statues Of Beauty
© Surazeus
2023 05 09

The only thing I care about is Truth 
so I keep groping through thick fog of lies 
flashing from words dispersed from open mouths 
that blind my eyes with illusions of faith 
till I can measure with discerning hands 
nature of things beamed from atoms of light. 

Billions of people around the whole world 
believe fake cosmologies of religions 
that describe some divine being in the sky 
who creates the universe with his thoughts 
but indifferent Earth spins in starless void, 
caring not whether we survive or not. 

I cannot offer some clear moral code 
as tonic for fevers that haunt our souls, 
nor document social ills of society 
to diagnose deep causes of our failures, 
then prescribe solutions to build Utopia, 
for we are all perpetrators and victims. 

I will not aim my rhetorical cannon 
to attack cruel perpetrators in power 
for I cannot protect the numerous victims 
who suffer injustice at hands of tyrants, 
nor offer sweet solace for the elect 
without authority outside the system. 

To celebrate apocalypse of Nature, 
and metabolize stories of mass death, 
I document survival of the foolish 
who stumble lost on signless road of love 
to join in danse macabre on moonlit hill 
where we memorialize escape from pain. 

Transcending mirage of religious lies 
to extricate ourselves from social systems 
that still privilege the special elite, 
we dance with Death to celebrate brief life, 
for nothingness, before our birth from hope, 
and after death from lust, is absolute. 

Forever walking toward event horizon, 
which delineates the black hole of death, 
to proclaim proud victory over decay, 
I mold bodies with immortal genes, fish 
to newt to mouse to cat to ape to human, 
which decay after we generate children. 

Beyond the endless endlessness of life 
we disappear into our social names 
till bodies of flesh with frail skeletons 
transform into marble statues of beauty 
that stand blind and mute for billions of years 
after we swirl away as dust in wind. 

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