Alive With Pleasant Pain

Alive With Pleasant Pain
© Surazeus
2026 09 28

The dry sand of the desert teaches me 
the preciousness of water from the sky, 
so I pray thanks through humble orisons 
to the faceless Cloud Ghost who cannot hear, 
yet drenches me with cold indifferent rain 
that shivers me alive with pleasant pain. 

Soft purple shimmer of the morning sky, 
that shines with holy glimmers in our eyes, 
wakes tender bodies on soft flower beds 
so we rise up from graves of frantic dreams 
to sit in circle by the sparkling stream 
and eat sweet apples as we sing strange hymns. 

Though haughty angels of sharp mountain peaks 
mock frail flames of our conscious ardency, 
we stride against doomed sorrow of our fate 
that we all die from monsters or old age, 
for faceless Cloud Ghost haunts our sentient steps 
as blind death that swallows all life in gloom. 

Together working with our crafting hands 
we build long sturdy bridge of fallen trees 
to cross the gushing river of despair, 
so Death rewards our cleverness with gifts 
that trick the foolish with an early death 
yet reward the wise with creative life. 

The wet mud of the river teaches me 
the preciousness of warm light from the sun, 
so I carve wand of wisdom from tree branch, 
and sharpen stone I bind with vine of faith 
in spear I thrust to kill demonic hate, 
then fashion cloak that conceals me from Death. 

With diamond sphere refracting light of truth 
I lead my curious tribe on holy quest 
to map strange landscape of this spinning world 
through journey to explore the Promised Land 
where we build empire of the Watching Eye 
that rules our lives on ziggurat of faith. 

Once bravely young with passion to explore, 
I now stand aged with knowledge of the world, 
old as the twisted oak on hill of skulls 
where I hang, one-eyed, forty thousand years 
above the well of words where serpent runes 
morph me to wingless angel with star eyes. 

Strange beauty of this world inspires my heart 
with love for every living soul on Earth 
to see in constellations of bright stars 
clear chart that maps the fortune we create 
as destiny we choose with our free will 
to generate new life before we die.