Now that it's all over, we have seen the best of days and worst of moments. We have basked in the light presented and also been bashed by the presenters. Then I ask, she asked, he asked and we all ask; what next?
All that is important is this one moment in movement. Make the moment important, vital, and worth living. Do not let it slip away unnoticed and unused.” ― Martha Graham
Freedom beyond our widest imaginations or life within our wisest reach. Some reached for the former while some would for latter. Oops! Some don't know what makes both unique but that is fine, let's just say limbo is hidden somewhere on the wish list. Trapped in the hideous cage with daily verses of what makes it right to be held far worse than my fore ones by Augustine and his folks.
Now that freedom is attained, do I try it all or create some more so others coming through would see that it only gets better just like post four hundred years in ancient city of Alaska. Should I ask questions of how my ancestors did it or would it be right to assume such of co-millenials, ones who were faced with the same choices I today face and I have seen now in the tabloids, some for impacts and some not entirely grave decadence to be modest.
Oh you! dancer of death, one who resurrects on a glimpse of freedom and a taste of will pardon. Oh You! With a staff that strikes dead but unarmed a beauty to be beheld as symbol of sanctity. I hail you, I say this day won't be ours without your presence to assert righteousness as prescribed by the Holy book(s). Oh you! Hater of love and shredder of joy, why hast thou beset us at this point when all we have are the yearnings to be free.
Give us this day and another, then another after it because we can't be sure when the sanity would return. We are not first of this train and so are other carriages but minimal passages if we are yet pardoned again. Oh You! Dancer of death. Make this go away once more, make our freedom our earnings and preparation for the ones to come for they have absolutely no idea of what tomorrow and you hold just as came upon us in shock.
Oh Dancer of Death! We are here with our plea one more time.
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