longitudinal experimentation

Exalted in shame,

the authority of not knowing rises up as a collective voice in tune

with some aspect of creation that we cannot look upon and so their

eyes and minds are kept downcast with self-imposed limitations

kept safe from things that keep us from growing

behavior, born out of fear of not knowing

born out of having no fear

born out of needing humility

to teach us how to treat one another.

In line, candles lit, marching heads all bowed down,

and ironic white robes flow around the feet of those

who laugh, work and toil, spend time, live, and play

and look to the sky for the same answers

that their ancestors suffered and prayed for

that nations of people had died for

that wrought out of savagery, something far higher

which stretched throughout time in its prophetic vision

and died years ago, although is still with us

indelibly stained on the human mind,

that ancient idea:

we don't really die.