Library of World History

Library of World History
© Surazeus
2025 06 05

As conscious meat puppet of chemicals, 
flashing with light of ancient long-dead stars, 
I play this charade of fictional I 
in psychological performance of hope 
while dancing on rope of fake confidence 
across abyss of meaningless despair. 

Since Nature is indifferent to my life, 
though she created me with intense love 
as I evolved four hundred million years, 
I keep on living my daily routine 
of eating food, mapping worlds, writing poems, 
and watching dramas of human desire. 

After walking signless road of weird dreams 
sixty years from my cradle toward my grave, 
which remains hidden somewhere in the mist 
of some tomorrow I have not yet seen, 
I recognize illusions of this world 
so my worn-out heart can savor the truth. 

Now that I see true nature of this world 
after dispersing illusions of faith, 
I can, with knowledge of what drives my song, 
dispel negative emotions of fear 
that threaten to damn me with impotence, 
for I am fertile with fruit from despair. 

Though despair once crippled my angel wings, 
so I stumbled half-blind in maze of Hell, 
desperately searching for the Holy Grail, 
I found that treasure in heart of my mate 
who generates new body from my mind 
to replicate immortal soul of genes. 

Encoding memories of ancestral lives 
which program how my brain perceives the world 
in myths and proverbs of compelling verse, 
I chronicle long history of mankind 
in tales of heroes who fight against hate 
to generate new life before they die. 

As librarian tasked with preserving books 
that record epic tales of human life, 
I guard Library of World History 
so our descendants see how we behave 
to avoid tragedy of selfish greed 
by sharing love with generous respect. 

Though we are meat puppets of chemicals 
as temporary nodes of conscious life 
who generate bodies of hungry flesh 
to replicate immortal soul of genes, 
we create beauty of truth about life 
when we gather to share fruit and sing tales.