What is the purpose were pursuing? Which directions do we dive, head on and blatant, bold and blind? Which destiny are we demanding? Are we the beams of broken light? Sent sparking into abysses of darkness, harnessed to the monsters of this metropolis, born in neon casings captive not to be confined? Do we hide in the shadows created by their abounding absence? What altitude or depth do we attain, flying or sinking infinitely into mysterious madness through sadness and brilliance and joy and grateful humbled gladness and where will we wash up or crash down or drift off to when the lighthouse flame flickers finally away and the only sound is the song of the waves, bent and beating into the shorelines like our small minds, repeating and retreating into the cyclical cacophony of insanity were unreeling. What string of line cast out into the murky depths would catch and conquer our fears enough to reel them back to life within us, just to drown-defeat them once again? What net or kite or cage that flies could rocket up into the sky and find our love that drifted up before its lost for good and slowly dies? We will not be the first generation of human light to be extinguished in the night without a valiant hopeful fight in desperation for our lives. We will not be dumbed down or put out or drug down to the desolation disaster of our dreams. Weve seen past the last dimension of dissension and from here well rise! High above the dew drop pines like sunbeams bent and magnified. Vibrant blazing brilliant bright. So beautiful and unified..
Posted on: Tue, 09 Sep 2014 14:54:36 +0000
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