Pulsing Brain Of Chemicals

Pulsing Brain Of Chemicals
© Surazeus
2026 06 25

Minerva does not care to explain why 
Nature is indifferent to human needs 
yet I understand its functional flow 
through baffling illusion of happiness 
for love remains after sufferings cease 
since pleasures are as transient as the wind. 

This material body that frames my soul 
provides conduit of sensual perception 
which helps my pulsing brain of chemicals 
compose virtual model of the real world 
so I possess linguistic key of thought 
to design knowledge from weird memories. 

Obscure purpose of this confusing life 
remains elusive as the nightingale 
so I perform futile actions of faith 
to improve complex state of our strange world 
through consultation of the oracle 
who translates my feelings to riddle-code. 

Through art of wordcraft I perceive the world 
that seethes with constant change of vibrant love 
when I assemble puzzle of small facts 
in sprawling mural of global affairs 
so I expand scope of my consciousness 
with fraught analysis of stoic fear. 

Unpredictable in how they behave 
against instructions of the stage director 
humans of Earth act with virtue of faith 
since they expect reward for good behavior 
with eternal life in perpetual Heaven 
though our souls vanish to nothing at death. 

Through liberation of the aching heart 
I focus attention of daily work 
on creating good as admirable goal 
since chemical forms constantly decay 
as we devour each other in thought wars 
engaged by social justice warriors. 

When I hang out in the sycamore tree 
to watch for messiah sleuth to pass by, 
I ponder reason for the broken wing 
through augmentation of the demon song 
that wakes my heart from numb embarrassment 
till I repair broken lyre of my heart. 

If I dream about the thing-in-itself 
as material object of ideal form, 
I sing old anthems of failed nation-states 
in grand museum of the long-dead god 
who slumbers by the river in moonlight 
till the Weeping Bard names the wounded heart.