Ma, amidst benign golden stalks granting the splendour of a life un-lived for life unearthed from the bowels of a Starcoach tainted yet aglow in the history of a million dead souls, shewing, bestowing, teaching compassion in a world wrapped in sacred, unassailable despondency: beneath the wrapper the beauty of benign golden stalks, deeper, deeper Gaia at work nurturing: worms granting life, ants granting life, the departed granting life, all united in Motherhood: I recall strength in the face of adversity. I recall unwavering compassion even for those who are not and can never be. Ma, I recall Brahms fading into hope.
Pa, tilling the salt of the Earth, gazing up, up, and away, above and beyond the Dome Despondent, into the jowls of Celeste, rendered monstrous and magnificent by unassuming, unconditional Star-sacrifice, seeking the measure of a man: the measure of a man forged in the post-mortem heat of a World absorbed. Pa, channeling Star-Mother and Star-Father, affirming the Last Child's place in the future history of billions of souls unforged, believing that a man can fly. Also that the capacity for humility is Gaia's greatest gift.
I recall the rousing crescendo of the Valkyries' ride cut short, almost utterly extinguished by the majesty of Delibes spewing flowers and Billy Strayhorn threading them into a lovesome thing.
You, staring straight at the dome, denying, defying, wrecking the unassailable. Grasping unworthy hands, unfaltering, firm, and leading them to that one moment in space-time perhaps destined, perhaps random, altogether undeserved. Miles Davis celebrating his funny valentine? While in the space between seconds as we walk to that one moment a billion dead and unforged souls may cry of arrival, of vigorous reality slouching, slouching, slouching towards Bethlehem, You celebrate the irreality of freedom, and in accepting, acknowledging, sharing, uniting faults and flaws and frailties allow me, for that one fleeting moment, for that one undeserved piece of history crystallized, to be equal, to belong.
So that like everyone else, just like everyone else, we can strive.
For Tomorrow.
