Her Smile Sparks My Heart
© Surazeus
2026 04 25

Because her smile sparks my heart to expand
scope of conscious to include the world
in brave attention of generous love,
I dedicate my life to guard her life,
protecting her body and soul from harm
so she generates life before she dies.

This noble principle of honest hope
has been my goal for countless lives on Earth
as I incarnate in new flames of flesh
four hundred million years from fish to god
in solemn project to nurture life
so we continue to thrive till the end.

In each new life, we spring from womb of hope,
we face new obstacles on road of change
that threatens to annihilate our souls
and crush our genes to squirming worms in mud,
so we breathe deep celestial soul of love
as we transform to bright angel of joy.

Strange sense of strong immortality
vibrates in neural network of my brain
that fools me to believe I may transcend
this temporary frame of fragile flesh,
but conscious sense of self I feel as me
will vanish when this body rots to dust.

Illusion that my soul lives after death,
as self-contained sense of my conscious self,
deceives my heart with blinding pride that I
will resurrect from rotten corpse of faith
because adults with desperate eyes of fear
convinced me Jesus will raise us from death.

While walking signless road in the waste land
halfway across the Rocky Mountain range,
returning east on road of desperate hope
which my ancestors walked centuries ago
to find the Promised Land out in the west,
I realize we are nothing when we die.

My conscious soul is function of my brain,
powered by chemicals of primal light
that flares forth from first flash of the big bang,
my temporary sense of self sparked bright
by immortal atoms of divine thought,
so I will disappear after I die.

Immortal soul of genes will generate
new body from its code when we embrace
to spark new life from energy of love,
so though we die and disappear in wind
our children will preserve immortal genes,
at least till the sun burns Earth into ash.

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Orpheus wanders listlessly in despair at death till Ophelia, floating in the river with flowers, smiles at him with love, so he cooks fish by the fire for her to eat, then they make love under the stars.

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