A YEAR OF PAIN

Here we remain,

after the year of pain,

depleted on the edge of deletion,

we pray for completion.

Relief,

from The Lion Headed Dragon,

descended from the 13th heaven,

astride the tide of noble demons,

stealing America’s breathe,

to conceal the theft of unity.

In the year of perfect vision,

all we see is opposition.

Falling, falling, falling,

into the iconography of hate,

At year’s end...

Can we start again?

To wash our souls in fire,

earth,

and water.

Baptized to proper cohabitation,

a nation of possibilities,

remembering the promise

of each other...