Humanitus

We find beauty in
The callused hands of god
For that is where we are.

The three part invention,
A humming cello suite.
Legato affirmations flow
across the towering nave of a Cathedral.
Music professsing the existance of a complex creature with expressed reverence for genius.

In feeding the hungry and
Philanthropy itself, and
Marching on the basis of a feeling. We grip the rungs of Jacob's ladder.
I would die for feelings of freedom and love.
Because we captured the tragic beauty of sacrifice.

Those geniuses who learned how to force an emotion through the eye of a needle,
and bind the minds of the wicked,
and mend the hearts of those caring few,
and remake the fabric of Humanity.

The right application of genius
To make us human again...