To feel the walls shake
in the Pine Cathedral,
the foundations trembling
at the furious percussion
of hundreds of tiny
unwashed feet
To hear the shrill voices
crying out in unison,
decibels shredding through years worth
of protective canvas
To see the power of a great room
filled with children united
under one goal
as one tribe
Unafraid to be heard
to be loud
To behold these things
is to know why the Old fear them
Why They create systems and grids
and blocks and modules
and diagnoses and pronouns,
ad nauseum,
to trap and confuse them,
lock them up in tiny little boxes,
surround them with imposed walls
constructed with “whatyoucantdo”
For this is a power that terrifies
and exhilarates,
seems to promise a new world
built upon the shattered foundations
of our own
Preying upon the most ancient of all
fears:
to die
and be forgotten
while reminding you what it was
to be oblivious of your newness
and the inevitable
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