Come,
Dance with me
Under stars
That have died
Thousands of years ago.

Come,
Sing with me
And let us raise voices
On winds that travel nowhere
And touch no one.

Come,
Eat with me
The food left moldy and rotten
By those who came afore us
On the table just out of our reach.

Come,
Lie with me
On a bed of sweat-soaked sheets
In a room rank with pleasure
Others shared.

Come
With me now
And see the life you were meant to have
But were too busy
With all your anxiety
And technology
And pharmacology
And ethology
And ideology
And erotology
To live.

Come,
See the life you were
Just late for.

I feel I've found a home,
in this self-deprecating zone.
Like minded...
and I don't mind likeness.
Kites though,
I do like those.
Soaring without care,
but carefully full of direction,
directly diverging from our reflection.
The zenith of our spirit,
battered but full of its name.
See that's the beauty,
it still fights,
and takes flight,
though it struggles all the same.
Let it fight.
Let it stumble.
Let it rise from the ashes like a phoenix.
stronger for it's struggle.
My spirit will be a kite.
No lightning strikes my tether.
My spirit will be a kite...

...and it will defy the whims of weather.

reciprocal bonds
from transforming reactions
interdependence