A Sense of Relief
What fear absorb the world when much of the story is untold, what fear absorb the world when the miracle is yet to unfold. The secret ballot is already unleashed and the people began to cross the street, the doors are open wide and symphony has brought the whole world alive.
Business is up and running and the mills are grinding. Everyone is already in their rightful place getting ready for the big race. The cars are on the assemble line and the semi-conductors have flown in just in time. The breaks are on the lever and everyone is caught up in this irresistible fever. It is strange but it gets the people through the terrible atmosphere.
Idle hands lay about the street looking for something to eat; a day’s work or night out will put them in line to coordinate with the time. Something’s are short-term others are permanents but anything will do until they get through. Fifteen pounds a day will keep hunger away and twenty dollars a day will chase the bay lift away.
You can’t imagine the sacrifice the people have made just to keep their sanity in place. They roll the dice on blank paper and scrape the dredges from the bottom of well and the place the pillow in the middle of their bed to marks their sincerity.
I looked beyond the sun and saw destiny on the run, and a strange heat with flickering light descend on the earth in broad daylight. You chase up and down the street masquerading in the mayor’s shoes eating caviar in the governor’s mansion and shaking your legs with a stick in the bed.
The moment passes quickly and the earth reveals its beauty, beautiful women dressed in skinny jeans and miniskirts and a rose stick to the side of their hair entertain the crowd and teach them what justice is all about. It parades through the street disrupting the people’s heart beat.
All the so called assassinators and self-appointed Prime-Ministers have sustained a self-inflected wound and their bodies will wash up at the shore at noon and everyone will have eternal peace. The Prime-Ministers will be replaced by the rainbow colors and new ambassadors to restore order to the town. You must set up a special Easter market and fill it with lots of goodies and get the people to shop.
Just as I speak of it, the entertainers are out in full numbers. They took to the stage gathering large crowds around them, celebrities all standing in line getting ready for the gigantic parade. The festival is on the road again and bright lights are shining in the streets and the people are enjoying the treat, and everyone is breathing sense of relief.
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2023
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