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.

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Orpheus removes mask of the Weeping Bard after performing his part on stage in temple of the god who never laughs, then eats hamburger and fries.

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