Deadlines. Rubrics. Deadlines. Evaluations. Publications. Deadlines. Speeches. Panels. Conference Calls. Deadlines. MOU. Coffee. (Working) Lunch. Deadlines. Eat. Pray. Love-ish. Deadlines. Rush. Run. Exercise. Cry (On Time). Deadlines. Dead. Lines. Death Lines. Flat Line.
I have a dream that one day, people will be judged not by the quantity of their production but the quality of their existence(s).
Dream Deferred. Like a tulip in the winter. Frozen. Undead. Not quite living.
I have a dream that one day, proclamations of excellence will surrender the throne of authenticity and prestige to excellence embodied by acts of love, humanity, brilliance and creativity.
But they don’t have no awards for that..trophies..
Our bodies have been
Once temples, holy tabernacles
of the divine embodied
in our flesh…
now simple mills for production
of things made of lesser
concoctions of the cosmos
to give us
value to ourselves
because we no longer know
the perfect-imperfections of