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Unspeakable Goodness (The 22nd September Song)


And a great multitude growls upon the soil and the world reaches back to find mortality cursing man’s fall from grace and goodness, his forgetfulness and indifference.

The world shivers of man’s awareness and weeps for him to remember, to recall his place his worship, his communal beginnings in the garden.

We seek out the most unspeakable and rouse our tired faces with shrieking. When might we begin to don the smile of laughter’s journey, at which reflection will our happiness surface, our joy for what we contain and not what we might purchase with the cradle of our misery?

Now is the time for us to speak. Now is the time for us to love. Now is the time for us to live. Now is the time for us to remember.

All the kinsmen, all the lovers, all the warriors and peacemakers, all the striding youth, it is time to take your place in the valley.


© 2010 by mark prime


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  1. AnonymousSeptember 22, 2010 at 8:20 PM

    Now is the time!

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  2. Mark PrimeSeptember 23, 2010 at 10:20 AM

    Anon,
    Yes.
    And, if I might add that it's been time all along, Anon. Many, many, many lifetimes ago. Let's strive to return goodness to mankind.

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