>Write when Insight Strikes
“We are Q” is more than a collective mantra
It is the power to become a portal
through which the source flows and becomes
Quite becoming, I might add
A beautiful arabesque set to music
a ballet envisioned
in deepest recesses
a cave even
unbeknownst
a cave even
unbeknownst
A cave-in
unbeknownst
There a coven
A wrenched thing set to muse it
abomination
children playing with fire
this is grotesque
a final solution
a father hears his son speak out
what more is there of identity than this?
I've asked you to your face, YHWH
My only function, my final act
I did it, dear LORD
Administered my stinger
Now I die
something something
What did he say?
Never mind the whispers you hear
The winds are changing in this country, boy
Old voices are being heard once more, dear boy
Can you hear it?
An ancient chanting, battle hymns, negro spirituals, clamoring praises, gestalt
hallelujahs
and a penultimate trumpet blast.