Absolute Knowledge Of Life
© Surazeus
2025 05 29

If pretty girls wear spiders of respect
then handsome boys wear wolves of honesty
so they contest to match heart with their mate
which generates new life from tragedy
when children spring from ashes of world war
and run toward the angel in the dark door.

Because my heart is crowded with the ghosts
of people I meet on the road of life,
I think of them with affection of hope
that they are living somewhere in this world
with joyful attitude of comedy,
though illusion of our state has dissolved.

When I strike the stone with the bat of truth
I hurl pure diamond of being from my heart
to resurrect the daemon of respect
that spreads wide Phoenix wings of agony
so I play game of life on field of hope
by decoding text of faith with dream keys.

With song I maintain fragile modicum
of dream coherence through identity
as unknown exiled son of Jupiter
bonding my fragmented psyche in whole
which mirrors faces of humanity
who sing solemn hymns at tomb of my soul.

When I wake at the wild laughter of bombs
in unimaginable zero summer
stuffed with knowledge from the apple of truth,
I dance among the rubble of our nation
to regain Absolute Knowledge of Life
with state of wholeness forged from fear of death.

Climbing the ancient ziggurat of Ur,
decayed from eight thousand years of warfare,
I reach high for utopian transcendence
unachievable through knowledge of fate
because my breath sends prayers to empty skies
where no storm god watches over mankind.

Trapped in Absolute Subjectivity
by mind-expanding passion to know truth,
I employ concept of anxiety
to secure treasure of light from the cave
where Plato and Kierkegaard still play chess
though bombs are blasting homes in puzzled code.

Guided by summer knowledge of my heart,
I journey from cluttered maze of glass towers
to luscious Green World of Elysian Fields
and fly to knowledge from reality
where Orlando searches for Rosalind
to dwell in Arden of Eternity.

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Orpheus and Ophelia join Orlando and Rosalind in Arden where they feast on steak and drink wine while fairies and nymphs dance to music of the spheres.

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