Happy With This Life © Surazeus 2024 05 09 Pointing pistol of his greed at my face, squat black barrel of aggressive despair, the angry faceless man, buzzing with fear, demands I give him everything I earn based on my status of white privilege, so I decide it is okay to die. I would like to live longer on this Earth, experience more of this beautiful life, visit more places I have not yet been, see more marvelous landscapes of the globe I have not yet seen with photograph eyes, and savor truths my body yearns to taste. I would like to climb winding trail of hope to stand tall on the highest mountain peak and reach out my hands with curious concern to feel the atmosphere crackling with breath when I map changing process of this globe through time-animated atlas of life. I would like to dive in currents of faith to swim lithe in the deepest ocean vale and find the bubbling hydrothermal vent where First Mother Egg of organic life evolved from carbon rings of chemicals and crawled rivers to dream in star-eyed lakes. But I have lived the fullest life I could, learned history of the world in college class, hitchhiked the whole land, sea to shining sea, married the smartest woman in the world, raised children who create sensitive art, and wrote epic that depicts tale of man. I have written epic and lyric poems in holy scriptures that praise Queen Ishtar as prophet who designed religious rites that organize people in companies for global baby-production machine so we transcend our lives with fertile love. I am happy with this life I have lived, writing scriptures that record in dream tales virtual model of this world I perceive, so I am happy if that angry man shoots bullet of despair into my heart, for I am more than this body that dies. So, when the angry faceless man of rage, paralyzed by my calm contented smile, sneers annoyed that I have nothing to give, then runs away into vast city maze, I feel annoyed that I am still alive, then I laugh and record it in this song.
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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