Alive In Me This Hour

Alive In Me This Hour
© Surazeus
2025 11 15

Seeking perfection in the sublime song 
that radiates spirit of the human heart 
in glamor that displays our divine soul, 
I wander deep in endless maze of myths 
where every experience humans endure 
remains in idols of weird characters. 

I never find true idol of my soul 
for I am still alive with conscious mind, 
yet I find fragments of my scattered self 
in every statue of some long dead soul 
whose special character refracts pure light 
that radiates from First Flash of the God Eye. 

Climbing thousand steps of the ziggurat 
where Ishtar holds high Lamp of Liberty, 
I strive with loyal passion of my heart 
in scaled ascension of my psychic growth 
to soon embody beauty of that God 
who gleams as ideal state of mental health. 

Able to transcend limits of this flesh, 
that frames material spirit of the stars 
as atoms woven in chemical threads, 
I spread ethereal wings of hopeful breath 
to glide above vast maze of human towns 
while I map history of humanity. 

Though we are stuck in this body of flesh, 
which generates our glow of consciousness 
through psychic functions of the neural net, 
we exercise forceful motions of hope 
with bold assertion of divine insight 
till we grow old and crumble into dust. 

With dream key of seed our fathers provide 
our mothers generate new frame of flesh, 
based on genetic blueprints of true love, 
from egg with immortal soul of our genes 
to perform our own temporary role 
in generating life before we die. 

Every truth, which all our ancestors learned 
through experience in evading death 
from conception to conception with love, 
programs how our brains perceive the whole world 
so they are all alive in me this hour, 
guiding my way to generate new life. 

With weird perfection in the sublime song 
I race through maze of life successfully 
when I meet my soul mate by random chance 
so we raise children our love generates 
while I sing epic of philosophers 
to map history till I vanish at death.