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Friday, May 8, 2026

Why We Are Alive

Why We Are Alive
© Surazeus
2026 05 08

In snow-filled library of Elysium, 
Sibylla gazes in black crystal ball 
that models white whole of our universe 
in spiral swirls of flashing galaxies, 
then gazes in my heart with sea-green eyes 
so I understand why we are alive. 

With laughing wind of sterile disregard 
I run down endless road to nowhere else 
through mirror that erases my true face, 
untouched by sorrow of my wounded heart 
that nurtures trees of fruit from brainless corpse 
because I question why we are alive. 

We schedule secret tryst in jeweled night 
beside dark river of restless desire 
that craves deep beauty of the hungry sea 
till flash of dawn bursts from my tearless eyes 
so I seek refuge in bright cave of thoughts 
which still calculate why we are alive. 

Bound by fierce empathy for nameless souls, 
who wander signless roads beyond stone walls, 
I walk with Death inside huge picture frame 
to sit by urgent fountain of concern 
and wonder if Blood Moon still misses me 
while wisdom conceals why we are alive. 

If laughter breaks free from mute book of lies 
with tangled threads of fractured memories, 
I may attend brave pilgrimage of love 
beyond all expectations of world fame 
to gaze in crystal ball of timeless truth 
that helps me resolve why we are alive. 

Sad water puppets in pastures of green 
explain how cows convert despair to milk 
though caught between eternity and now 
each time I feel attention of your gaze 
since we bear weight of careless hope within 
as passion that proves why we are alive. 

Though Phoenix of insistent innocence 
rises from smoking ruins of our state, 
we catch rain of Heaven in open hands 
to wash stark pain from melancholy minds 
so we pass through seasons of mental change 
that reframe code for why we are alive. 

While ocean waves breathe memories of my heart, 
and flowers transform sorrow to sweet joy, 
we hold each other close in warm embrace 
to weave our hearts with energy of love 
so when we walk in rain of bitter storms 
we remain warm from why we are alive. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus walks through every city on Earth, asking every person why we are alive, then writes their thoughts as poems in Global Book of Why.

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