Alive On The Nowhere Road
© Surazeus
2026 09 08

One day at a time on the Nowhere Road
I follow my heart to the end of fear,
but find myself back where I first began
somewhere in the middle of the world maze
where people without faces make new masks
to hide immortal god-soul of their genes.

I try to find one secret tale to tell
that illustrates vanity of it all
as cosmic myth that explains why we love
though we suffer indignity of pain
that crushes us to nothingness at death,
but indifferent nature mocks my attempts.

Because there is no conscious afterlife,
nor resurrection of the soul from death,
all cases of injustice we endure
will never be righted in turn of time
for all organic creatures of warm flesh
with dreaming brains will crumble into dust.

We are Achilles, Job, and Lear gone mad
with grief at painful loss of those we love
that leaves us wandering on the river shore,
lashed by indifferent storms of mute despair,
to howl with wordless agony at truth
that fate kills us with equal randomness.

The daily news of tragic suffering
through unjust death the innocent endure
becomes one endless Metamorphoses
that Ovid sings of bodies changing shapes
from vibrant humans to spiritless stones,
or writhing trees, or birds that shriek at us.

Once I read their tales of shocking death,
that twists my heart with discathartic rage,
their ghosts haunt me along my winding road,
so I carve their names and faces in masks
on every tree on mountain of their skulls
till our swelling sun incinerates Earth.

I hear voice of Isaiah, that rings clear
from temple of truth on the hill of skulls,
denounce crimes of the rich and powerful
while I transcribe his prophecies in verse
so records of injustice outlast kings
whose bodies rot beside people they kill.

Shocked I am alive on the Nowhere Road,
I search for you in global maze of myths
so I can perceive and know your true self
that blooms frail as bright flower from the Earth
to celebrate strange beauty of your being
before we all vanish while others bloom.

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Orpheus joins Achilles, Job, and Lear in the group session at the Pegasus Psychiatric Hospital for Manic Manipulators to talk about how they feel about the injustice of death.

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