We are the essence of laughter. The comforting prayer And the gatekeepers And the street-sweepers. A mountain of ports outside of a city of dreams. A bird that prays, yet offers its wingspan to the wind. Things are not as they seem. We hover above while giving the appearance of scurrying below. All is as it should be. We are more than we know. More than we hoped and dreamed, A generation of generators, A power source and supply. The better we learn to live, The better we learn to die. Old as anything, Old as everything, We are participants in a ritual Older than our collective memory, A marriage of heart and mind, Secular and divine.
Posted on: Sat, 22 Nov 2014 21:07:59 +0000
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