Integrity's Boundaries

What if we were song, sacred litany? What if, What if we were dance, gracefilled choreography? What if we were energy, therapeutic information? Naked trees joining navels from native mother to nurture mother down through speciating generations up for regeneration. What if? What if we became tireless time, reorganizing space? Irreplaceable climates within humid organic history. I am not your place and sadly not mine with authority to displace or responsibility to replace. I am not my face. We are designed to fall apart, even with unlikely careful wear. So what? No excuse to surrender to daily worn out deaths. Well excused to rise this day ready for each dusk without anticipation for love or lust rain or dust win or bust. It's just us wearing down the best we can. What if, What if we were each a song resonating one per measure, beating Earth's longest dual-line dance? What if we were timeless energy, resonating freestyle consciousness?