- thanks God

Light and salt- the wisdom of our mind, sprint, soul, and the salt of the Earth. How many fatty, crystalline arguments must we gather to prove justice, birth, God’s will?

In pursuit of an honest rebellion, a performance of our divine insight for choice, love works against all reason. Against all celestial impressions, do we create Hell? If our wraths cannot be exorcized/exercised for wingless foot and less than righteous occupation, do we damn ourselves in our own water?

Man was given a face, a sound, a name, an effect to be made. Must we not too impress the stars? When will the gods seek our approval? The Earth’s light does not bow to heliocentrism- rather does not stand under the mechanism itself which made the sun rise. We still fall to the sun itself. 

We’ll build a pinecone palace, simultaneously threatening to crumble, dried… OR, to unfold the fabric of an active imagination. I’ll climb the seven stairs of the castle; why do you tell me to wait at the eighth?

And, justified as creative ambivalence, we’ve killed all the gods! But left the assumption we may keep Eros. But with a corrupt Psyche, Eros cannot fulfill his journey through the valley - only rides on a defiled ground of lost sacred spaces. The tarnished monuments we constructed specifically for peace, are now for war just the same. Now cool and plastic, this revolution will have no contents.

We participate, even if all we ever thought we’d be is honest. Casting light, carving our rituals with warmth, practicing eternity. The dance we’ll have forever with the sun’s reflection on the moon.