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and Your people

for this we built, this tilt-a-whirl, of pride and stride and things we too often hide with pleasure and deepest amounts of worthless pain. we choose that which can be secured beyond, beside, or simply away from those who know or could know, those who do not want to know but would only insist to help upon knowing.

tho' we struggle against things because we are afraid of them, it if often the other way around-we get afraid because we struggle.

For you set aside your proverbial halo or ticket on the J-train and burn away the dross a slight. To a kinder matter. A failure of the heart, he calls it. A burden-less lilt that sings mockery over that which gives it voice. But it cannot sing a deeper tune without the knowledge of the love it possesses, the One it denies but cries to in confession.
Is there more than hope to proclaim? Is there an expression greater? An anticipation of more capacity or strength? The words seem listless in the ears accompanying the eyes of those who see the burns, the rot, the broken. For the mocking song, sung so loud and so long, steals from their eyes ideas and from their ears chances. The sacrilegious hymn becomes familiar.
The pitch and tone match the pretense and drone of what they come to accept. Less and less than what they dream of or profess becomes their contentment. Until the agitation of a love less noble, a hope less hopeful, a dream less attainable brings to recognition the song that they sing to the life they withdrew from.
But they continue to sing not in ignorance, but now in self-doubt, discouraging desperation.
And you wonder how you have come to harmonize with the lives less lived. But the realization is inevitable. You settled for that which you cannot hope.
And there is a sort of recollection of lyrics that accompanied a melody, not the parody you have become all too familiar with, but a chorus living in a realm you at first cannot recognize for its distance. But memory does not fail you. And you are able to finally bring closure to the separation that haunts and taunts with all strength and earthly composure. Expectation of the nobility, promise, and fulfillment only before attempted in immaturity and ignorance is now at hand. For you may sing. Sing of hope.