Pain And Pleasure Of Life
© Surazeus
2025 05 28

With thoughtless irony of naked truth
I measure tides of constant social change
to analyze how humans compose tales
that organize randomness of events
to invent meaning from traumatic hope
till pain and pleasure merge into strange dreams.

Each time I step out of my comfort zone
and open door of opportunity
where I encounter yet another stranger,
I feel my body buzz with energy
that sparks hopeful currents between our brains
so pain and pleasure solder our hot souls.

Embraced with passion of conceptual love,
we writhe with agony of lusting faith
that generates new bodies from our souls
who scatter far across landscape of hope
with hungry passion to transcend frail bounds
through pain and pleasure that transforms our minds.

Contained alone within bounds of my skin,
wrapped tightly round by aura of desire,
I navigate soul-crowded streets of fate
where millions of my doppelgangers stride
boldly forth with tense tides of human hope,
trapped by pain and pleasure we calculate.

Encased within strict confines of my skull,
my mind, that soars across all time in space,
wonders why I am me and no one else,
conscious only of my single self alone
out of zillions of souls who lived and died
entangled in pain and pleasure of life.

These atoms that compose my thinking brain,
which flared forth from first flash of the big bang,
spiraled in one star of one galaxy,
then congealed in this planet lost in space
that generates my soul from chemicals,
sparked by pain and pleasure with consciousness.

The vast electric field of energy,
which conforms white whole of the universe,
is nothing more that sea of flashing light
that evolves my brain through millions of years
so I am conscious of myself awake,
knowing through pain and pleasure I am real.

My ancestors thousands of years ago
designed concept of universal God
based on our private sense of consciousness,
so I am atoms that form neural net
awake as mortal with immortal glow,
molded by pain and pleasure to believe.

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Orpheus stands on the sea shore, holding lyre of Mercury, and contemplates his conscious sense of being alive through pain and pleasure of the body.

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