Vintage Humans

new2Vintage Humans

We are more than a memory,
Or a memory forgotten
In time,
We stand atop a pyramid

On shoulders,
The shoulders of heroes and murderers,
Saints and sinners,

In each of our ancestries somewhere,
There are saints and beggars,
Philanthropists and scoundrels,
The best and worst of man and womankind,
And all that are in between,

In the end
There is no meaning to race or ethnicity,
To have gotten this far,
We are all vintage humans.

But it doesn’t end there,
We are more than that,

We are brothers and sisters each,
Surfing on the crest wave of consummate existence-ship;
Infused with the burden and freedom of eternal love,

We are the Alpha and the Omega,
From the whimpering of the initial human child
To the star-ward fist
Of the ultimate human soul.

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