Jim Morrison once said,
“We could plan a murder, or start a religion.”
Our volatile, volatile minds.
Volcanic activity erupting under the surface.
mixing the meaning of black and white,
like stone cold monuments
shielding the dark from the sun.
But we are also doves of anarchy,
and clowns of shifting perception.
We see the other side, the eclipse,
the paralleled paradox of now,
and show it to the masses, the soldiers, the they.
Because, “I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.”
The creators, the lovers, the dreamers, the perceivers,
All written content © 2012 Helenna Santos-Levy