Why We Are Alive
© Surazeus
2026 05 08

In snow-filled library of Elysium,
Sibylla gazes in black crystal ball
that models white whole of our universe
in spiral swirls of flashing galaxies,
then gazes in my heart with sea-green eyes
so I understand why we are alive.

With laughing wind of sterile disregard
I run down endless road to nowhere else
through mirror that erases my true face,
untouched by sorrow of my wounded heart
that nurtures trees of fruit from brainless corpse
because I question why we are alive.

We schedule secret tryst in jeweled night
beside dark river of restless desire
that craves deep beauty of the hungry sea
till flash of dawn bursts from my tearless eyes
so I seek refuge in bright cave of thoughts
which still calculate why we are alive.

Bound by fierce empathy for nameless souls,
who wander signless roads beyond stone walls,
I walk with Death inside huge picture frame
to sit by urgent fountain of concern
and wonder if Blood Moon still misses me
while wisdom conceals why we are alive.

If laughter breaks free from mute book of lies
with tangled threads of fractured memories,
I may attend brave pilgrimage of love
beyond all expectations of world fame
to gaze in crystal ball of timeless truth
that helps me resolve why we are alive.

Sad water puppets in pastures of green
explain how cows convert despair to milk
though caught between eternity and now
each time I feel attention of your gaze
since we bear weight of careless hope within
as passion that proves why we are alive.

Though Phoenix of insistent innocence
rises from smoking ruins of our state,
we catch rain of Heaven in open hands
to wash stark pain from melancholy minds
so we pass through seasons of mental change
that reframe code for why we are alive.

While ocean waves breathe memories of my heart,
and flowers transform sorrow to sweet joy,
we hold each other close in warm embrace
to weave our hearts with energy of love
so when we walk in rain of bitter storms
we remain warm from why we are alive.

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Orpheus walks through every city on Earth, asking every person why we are alive, then writes their thoughts as poems in Global Book of Why.

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