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.
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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Friday, May 8, 2026
Why We Are Alive
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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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