Immortal Soul Of Light
© Surazeus
2025 11 20

Each evening once per week when I take out
garbage bags of my foul anxiety
I stand some time beneath the star-bound sky
and contemplate strange mystery of our being
as fierce organic creatures of blind faith
acute enough to ponder why we are.

I hear soft wordless songs of forest sprites
resonate with immortal soul of light
which radiates from organic physiques
through wicked emanation of desire
to transcend sudden nothingness of death
by generating life before we die.

Tall oak trees reach stiff arms of ardent hope
toward invisible Heaven of Fate
with wordless agony of chemicals
to spiral back toward original eye
from which our universe flared forth as flash
of psychic energy we term divine.

So I too reach my wingless arms of faith
high toward celestial realm of ageless God
that my ancestors long believed is real
with searing ache to soar on divine breath
awake from seething planet of hot goop,
but still I dream trapped in this mortal frame.

Since Pythagoras taught immortal soul
beams down from stars to animate our bodies
and then returns to rejuvenate in stars,
humans have clung to illusion of life
after death with desperate angst of faith,
but still we die and crumble into dust.

Though atoms that compose my frame of flesh
recycle endlessly in swirls of change
as they transform from rain to soil to plants
to animals with conscious dreaming brains,
this divine sense of my self as unique
will vanish when my soul-body decays.

My brain assembles memories of sense
in complex puzzle that depicts our world
through narrative I convert to grand myth
that portrays my quest to discover truth
as holy mission of messiah sleuth
till I fall in my grave and disappear.

Unless I code narrative of my life
in epic tale to preserve memories
as virtual world my brain conjures in verse,
my vision of this complex universe
disintegrates into waves of the sea
so I map my journey before I die.

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Orpheus recites epic tale of his quest to retrieve soul of his dead wife from the underworld, and how he failed because there is no resurrection from death.

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