Centuries of dogma, greed, and corruption.
Then revolt and strength to show the middle finger
To break a wall that should be broken
But lacking vision of the pastures that live on the other side.
Androgyny. Without mythology.
Rapunzel, let down your hair.
Exterminate the sparrows
To welcome locust storms.
But the pastures now have blossomed
After centuries of fallow
With colors as expansive as the first cry
Of a newborn human child.
God created man in his own image
So man can create eternity, and beauty, and love.
So he can then bow at the feet of the divine female form.
The pastures, yes, dear friends, are greener on the other side.
And we have arrived.
donika emille 