You said
We had become “objects”
To be, literally,
Objectified…
The spirituality that had dominated the events
had been thrown to the wayside…
And in that very moment,
as she looked at and through the camera
We were just vessels,
if that…
To be
What
Exactly?
Not justified
or mollified
Definitely not
Sanctified
And this long road
This
Long
Timeless
Journey
began to sink
to slip away
The world as we had previously known it
began to reappear
(Could it be The Quest was testing us?)
and the doors of illusion finally reopened…
unwelcoming… as we metaphysically separated from the land…
And like others, we began to question ourselves…
Who we were
What we could have become…
Her little electronic box of pictures
was not intended to capture this (our) memory
But to
squiggle up your identity
you tried so softly
so gently
so tenderly
to keep.
nightshiftsister 