Perhaps we lived with the half-state for too long,
unwitting to the practice of unearthing the potency within,
unsuspecting of what we pass on
and limited in our current dimension to our limitlessness.
Yet well on our way to our inexorable path with mother conductor underneath
to resuscitate the impulses within our bellies to the undulating rhythms along the shores.
To know of that hastening of the coming day,
from the language of the incantations full of wishes from the heavens
to declare our voice,
to denounce our aberrant constructs,
to dare to redream our dream in such a time.