We are the realities you once dreamed,
We are the peals of laughter you released while crying,
We are the shadows you see in every brilliant explosion of light,
We are the joy you find buried in your deepest darkest sadness,
We are the source of electricity in your Stone Age,
We are the cold breeze in the center of your volcano,
We are the third eye of the spiritually blind,
We are the screams of the mute,
We are the poems written by the illiterate,
We are the curves in your straight lines,
We are Satan’s hands pressed together and praying to Jesus,
We are broken guitar strings on which Jimi Hendrix and Duane Allman play their most amazing solos,
We are the raging storms of dead seas,
We are the leaves on dead trees,
We are tropical flowers growing at the North Pole,
We are libraries without books,
We are teachers without degrees,
We are TV shows with new episodes that are all reruns of last season,
We are solar systems with no center,
We are man-made forces of nature…
We are the emotionless love gods.
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~~~Steve
