Maybe to scarring to recall.
Holding on to blind ambiton,
I-we, have followed you here.
Nothing promised in this cool dark night yet our footsteps are one. Marching loudly into the bursting warmth of daylight. I dare not speak to my neighbors who look on just as scared as me.
Hoping to touch solid ground, we have lemminged towards the worlds edge. Taking science over heart, words over faith, decomposition of flesh over a higher cause.
My soul cries out!
Believing that we live without purpose, substance.
Jump, is the cry heard above this blaring silence. It echoes back through us and it begans. No one claims shouting it out, lead by what might have been heard by one of us, a multitude follows that empty shroud over the edge.
Still , there in the middle one stops to look around. Reaches arms out and halts those behind.
Open your eyes, none of this….