Secular silence,
still as death.
Sacred silence,
subtle sounds of Earth's synergy
And what vast sounds,
unheard voices,
unloved songs,
unjustified dances,
unpeaced anthems,
unbeautified pose of light
may lie in waiting silence
between invitation
and deadening declaration?
Invasions of deadly silent waiting,
Sublimations of lively unvoiced surrender
into softbound volumes,
listening
for this great divide to speak
between deeply absorbed secularity
immanently transcendent wise flying harmonies
of sequestered
sanctuary silence.
Silent,
like snow,
like sleet,
like sobriety,
not univocal;
not yet profoundly voiced.
What do I want out of life?
I want in,
where love still flows
fertile and strong.
I want to live fully on this Earth
with others
who need not ask
what I want
because we all grow in confidence
our answer is shared,
our univocal choice
for becoming integrity's potential
together.
Do you believe
these different gender identities
and preferences,
those of different ages, places, times, species,
those who look far different,
those who smell worse or better
than you do this day
would answer any differently?
I think not.
I feel not,
for then I would despair
of humanity as integrity's portion of Earth's nature
as intrinsic to this glorious organic architecture,
Earth's healthy grace
becoming polyphonic Promise.
Besides the hallowed covenant of The Way
There is only one other univocal tenet I obey
The human spirit is insuperable and indomitable
Though it can wield an evil that is so abominable
Our essence is both distilled and defined
By what I would collectively call "humankind"
Despite war, disaster, catastrophe and disease
We have a resplendent life hidden in the parentheses
With ethnic cleansing, racial profiling, and hate
We have solidarity and unbridled hope to syncopate
Though the warts on the face of this cold, cruel earth
Conspicuously present themselves amongst our glee and mirth
They can be overlooked to reveal a complexion
That represents the depth and breadth of our cross section
As cliché as it sounds, good defeats evil in the end
And we have infinite, exponential amounts of it to expend
So call me quaint, trite, or even naïve
Besides God, there is only one other thing I believe
I am convinced that man is intrinsically honorable
Despite also being innately intolerable
Everything that it is measurable is real. This signify to determine an established agreement to have a objective quantification and univocal of everything that we know. The reality is not different for everyone of us but we are different of the ones from the other in our perceptions and above all in judgments of the world that surround that it determine our decisions in service of our needs.
The Forty-Fourth Conscript of the People.
A portrayal of intellectual and political multiformity.
Its present-nature is captivating and inspiring,
Its epochal-nature is unmarred and univocal,
And its future-nature is unknown and essential.
An Intermediary of faith in change,
Stirring echos of "Yes, we can!"
Rendering credences of optimism,
Stimulating the honesty of a republic,
And awakening the unconscious hope of mankind.
This recipiency dims the light of yesteryear,
And proceeds into an age of hueless expectancy.