Fight To Be Together Now © Surazeus 2023 06 18 Dark specter of inevitable death looms over every creature on this Earth because our sun will burn out into gloom so we should sit on lake shores and despair instead of struggling each day to survive for we are pulsing blobs of chemicals. There are no happy endings for our tales for though we raise our children to love and build the farcical charade of daily life we call civilization will collapse and scatter families in the wilderness where we clutch at uncaring sands of time. Though we are beams of pulsing energy awake with consciousness of this frail self there is no meaning to our futile being for we are characters our dreams invent performing sad roles in grand narratives we kill each other in wars to prove right. While we are vibrant with young energy we dream grand visions where each soul will live with joyful pleasure of beautiful truth but harsh reality of hungry death crushes our spirits into bloody dirt for we cannot outrun the scythe of death. With utter meaninglessness of existence we grow strong battling demons of despair by clawing roots from rancid soil of fear and snatching fruit from serpent jaws of rage with desperate hope to evade slow decay till we crumble into cold silent graves. Though our mothers tell us with sincere voice that love supports sacred meaning of life we can discover on our quest for truth yet we evolve from surging sea of lust in random sequence of conformity nurtured by safe state of the atmosphere. Yet I decide to work my crafting hands to construct safe haven of paradise where I guard my wife and children from harm while they tend fruit trees and gardens of herbs so we can sit at table of firm faith and feast on bounty of indifferent Earth. Though we decay and die with turn of time on this frail planet spinning in the void we choose to live this hour with laughing joy by holding hands with the person we love so we can sing hymns that record our hopes about our fight to be together now.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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