Undulation

Contrast, constantly compiling the boundless rotund brilliance which emanates forth from the guardrail. This barrier I speak of keeps the citizens of earth from leaping forth from the ledge of dissonance and ignominy on which we so precariously exist, and into the vast gorge which has been cut into the earth by a river of narcotics; which has walls of leather and velvet, which has stones and pebbles of sexual depravity; which has foliage of peace and love. Over and over, certain people take it upon themselves to peer over the edge of the gorge and insufflate a small portion of sin’s sanctity, and we hang them for it. We consider their blood contraband, their minds unsalvageable wreckage, and put a tariff upon their souls. No person which has tasted of the fruit we all long to devour must brush against our shoulders; they must never be granted vocation within our societal boundaries of pure, untainted thought and action. There shall come a day, however, when the number of the shunned shall overtake the holy, and then who shall be sacred? We shall. We shall make the clenched fists flaccid, all our monuments shall become icons of Sodom, and we shall flood into the gorge as it were the promised land; all our children shall play in the river; we shall build our homes upon the rocks; we shall all feast on the lush vegetation. Written December 7th, 2001 © on Dec 07 2001 07:02 AM PST   0 • 9