Human Race

The kind uncles and aunts of the race are more esteemed than its true spiritual fathers and mothers. - Thoreau

I know what I know.

I go where I go.

As long as the limbo doesn't get too damned low.

Life's music undeniable.

Destiny marked and viable.

Sweet semblance of tomorrow.

With its carnality cajoled.

Hearts carved into whispering tree bark with racing hands like religious relics.

Spirit sprints and glides over high hurdles with perfect form.

Lungs gasping for truth sustained.

Heaven's passionate photo finish catches the winner.

Like tonight's evasive dinner.

Chest extended at the finish line.

Blues ribbon dances like sweet fruit on a giving vine ...

Author's Note

"Music is the voice that tells us that the human race is greater than it knows." - Napoleon Bonaparte