Why Of Being Alive © Surazeus 2023 06 13 The brightness of their personality flows from gloom in seething well of despair because their brain converts horror of death to shining passion of circumspect hope with intense joy at why of being alive that motivates their energy to live. From cave of illusions by the wild sea, along the river winding from high mountains, they walk across bleak waste land of despair to explore the world for ten thousand years, and even now stroll busy city streets, observing lonely people of the Earth. The hero with ten billion faces smiles with secret ache of love for every soul they meet on endless journey of this life, rejoicing that each stranger they may meet survives ten thousand years of holy wars by joining feasts with families and friends. The darker anguish from suffering pain, that boils in heart of darkness they contain, the brighter passion for pleasure of love beams from black hole at center of their soul so they will savor with bitter-sweet joy each moment their brain buzzes with desire. How sweet their voice rings in the silent night as they stand shy before mute audience and sing deep ache of sorrow that burns bright from ancient angst of vigilant compassion they translate into heart-enchanting verse that conjures visions of love in our minds. Born from intensity of cautious faith, composed from optimistic wariness, that guides their quest to find the Promised Land, they delve deep in dark cavern of lost dreams to find indulgent treasure forged from fear in diamond shining bright as Eye of God. Completing projects for pleased customers, they gather close in dimly lit cafes to share apt tales about weird miracles that help their hearts endure fierce loneliness while drinking wisdom of complacent stars, then wander home to sleep as prudent cats. The brightness of their anguish-driven hearts beams from glum jubilance of Stygian faith because their bodies evolve fish to gods through writhing urgency to create life with intense joy at why of being alive that stimulates their trust in rest of death.
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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