May 13, 2010
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The Collective
Priceless transactions
Concealed in the pain
In the mundane
Lives wasted, gone unnoticed
Conceal the growth and movement
Places traded, roles reversed,
Batons are passed with none the wiser,
Least likely to succeed wins everything
With no one there to see
But the collective
Arms open, to receive the newly freed
Who, escaping unaware, leaves behind a shell of reputation
To confound its tormentor,
Urging the shell about rights, loss,
betrayal, deception, needs, and safety,
“what is wrong with you?”
But the shell is empty
The prisoner, freed
The lover, awakened,
The flesh, abandoned.
No longer her man,
No longer his woman,
Joined to the collective,
Filled with life,
Perceived only by the others.
Let the dead bury their dead,
Recite no more the rite of bereavement,
Shush, close your mouth and listen
Until you hear that voice,
The one in the pain,
The one in the loss,
The one in the rejected,
The one in the sorrow,
In all that you fight so hard to avoid,
Calling you to life,
To join the long lost,
Among the many,
Cherished by all,
Loved as one,
by the One.
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Comments (1)
In case you're wondering ... this is about the abandonment of the god of romance in favor of the God of Love.