We are all Children of this Universe and We have the Right to be Everywhere!

‘La Liberté éclairant le monde’

“Give me your tired, your poor,

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me:

I lift my lamp beside the golden door.”

There are stellar smoking rings of nothing in a cosmos of anything. There are gateways into portal slips and distance trips when stars come together and never collide. We tell of the sometimes vast separation quickly traversed between quick inhales and slow exhales. We appear through open doors tucked behind grey colored clouds and blue skies. Now! Where are we in this most distant place away from Earth-ship and home? 

Shangri-la and immorality and vipers, oh my! We are the confirmation of far-flung people. Demigods could have decided to create women and men in countless locations about Sirius and Mars and Earth and back again? Our rulers and our dominated and our voices and our religions have rewritten our starting points in so many places and in so many ‘might have been’ accidents that our truth and fiction has blurred the start of lost and the loss of start.  And! Still the rest is eternally approaching. ‘And! 

Why do routines and understanding collapse the possibility of peaceable processes? Inspirations rely on just how to reach and where you are as flare striae before haze stinks and eyes burn. Tears and fears and by the warps of notions, peace ceases just prior to small recollections developing into nice content and bright smiles. Just bump-bangs away or a simple sail set-to-wind rail balance ‘neath ruined ‘the bridges of seven’ or on one more earth-fall underneath one more sky. Dwellings to construct and caves to clean and for a little while landing life reaches mountain homes. Be better than missile’s explosions and sites too far gone to search for hazardous sanctuaries. Perhap a faraway chance for another dance before smoking tears and tomorrow’s sorrow. Death and peace and good Life. Countless routes forgotten, recalled, then gone. And! As long as I breathe, I Hope.

And! Still the rest is eternally approaching.

Misusing the right of the Workers-of-this-World is a Crime against Mankind. Similar to liquidation, opportunists destroy life and the freedom of people everywhere. Are we free if we are wage-vassals, still?

We are all Children of this Universe and We have the Right to be Everywhere!

And! Beautiful you are…