We, Community of Weathered Communication -

We talk about the sacred, places ancient as fire, palaces divine in quagmire, getting lost in footsteps of artistic archaeology, uprooting ghosts in structure's facings, We want to know why knowledge is forbidden outside the skin of nourishment's tastings, pineing for the verbotten dialect of perfect sin, needing to understand why boats become skuttled in sands of dread, asking why it seems angels along with demons our confusion conspire, Staring into faces of stone like children seeing new color, wondering if those rigid lips will ever confess a crime that We could forgive, is there rhyme in love haunted by punished valor, could there be trust established in harmony with ambition refusing to give, communicating as birds before the malstrom for directions to the shelter that made Time begin in form when thunder rung, running into the genesis of Life & Death We trumpet like heros congratulating each other for finding beauty in burdensome burrows - J.A.B. Dedicated to all community builders -