Wake Through Weird Visions
© Surazeus
2026 05 27

Without any explanation for why
we wander endless maze of life on Earth,
we each invent our own reason for being
so our hearts blaze with blinding light of faith
that guides our steps through obstacles of fear
to eat and sing till we decay and die.

This glorious hour of timeless ecstasy
when we consume sweet fruit of wordless angst
and dance without restraint of social rules
in aching passion to transcend this world
and soar among high clouds to paradise
now seems to vanish in mute flash of dawn.

This cup of juice I lift with trembling hand
to toast strange beauty of our vibrant life
I drain to bitter dregs of final death
that crushes lithe bodies to nothingness
and scatters dust of our bones in dry fields
where flowers mock us with indifferent dance.

Bright dream of faith that swells my throbbing head
with awesome sense of pure divinity
convinces me my conscious sense of self,
by which my mind conceives immortal life,
will outlast transient pulsing of my flesh
so I might live again after I die.

That unknown country beyond bourn of death
from which no traveler ever returns
is nowhere in this realm of changing forms,
so I keep walking endless road of hope
to leap beyond abyss of nothingness,
yet I soon realize I deceive myself.

How sweet this weird enchanting sound of grace
which I express from wretched fear of death
that every human walking this vast world
is lost with me on signless road of faith
so we together overcome all snares
in toil to build our real Heaven on Earth.

Since we shall vanish from this spinning Earth
when conscious sense of self will dissipate,
though atoms of our bodies will transform
to soil applied by roots to conjure fruit,
we choose to celebrate with solemn joy
that we at least are still alive this hour.

I never find explanation for why
Earth generates our bodies from the sea
by weaving carbon strands of sparkling hope
in neural network of our dreaming brains,
so I decide light of the universe
strives to wake through weird visions my heart sings.

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Orpheus strums lyre of Mercury before the crowd, and sings tale of how he tried to save Eurydice, but explains that death is final end of all organic life.

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