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Tuesday, September 1, 2026

Death Remembers Our Ways

Death Remembers Our Ways
© Surazeus
2026 09 01

Whether or not death remembers our ways 
for treating plants and animals of Earth 
seems irrelevant to spooling of time 
which tangles karmic consequence of deeds 
that hungry souls perform in desperate bid 
to survive aggressive gusting of change. 

Despair for the world releases my mind 
from waking anguish of unspooling time, 
yet still I wander among humming trees 
to hear their opinions about respect 
which deceive my eyes of attentive hope 
with the peace of the wild things I can feel. 

While in the presence of clear water, I 
invent connections between twinkling stars 
to channel their light in my pulsing brain 
as omens that reveal how I should act 
to preserve grace of the world with my faith 
that means nothing to the recurring rain. 

Foolishly confident that I am free 
from imagined grace Earth bestows on me, 
I walk the signless road of everywhere 
and ask the faceless people I may meet 
if they can hear ancient song of the land, 
but they keep driving their chariot of fire. 

Though the complex wholeness of our weird world 
remains beyond the knowing of our minds, 
I follow clockwork of daily routines 
without explanation for life or death 
that recycles atoms of my frail body, 
assembled from dreams of discarded tales. 

So I continue to pretend I am real 
as flash of light on water of the lake 
that frames the fantasy of give and take 
programmed as institute of money games 
when we invest in new productive work 
expanding market of spiritual faith. 

Urged by adrenalin to transcend death, 
I hunt demonic monster of my fear 
in drive programmed by ancestral success 
to wrestle hunger that devours my heart 
till I transform from angel into human 
when I build Eden in the wilderness. 

Every god preserved in religious myth 
was once some mortal human with fierce mind 
whose deeds of victory against hungry death 
inspire our hearts to endure suffering 
so we too may become immortal souls 
preserved in tales long after we are dead. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus visits Wendell Berry at his farm in the rugged hills of Kentucky where the talk about ecoterrorism of the capitalist empire that is based on farms.

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