I have a dream
that all deaths are in a poetic justice.
I have a dream that all persons are honored
and that all people listen to the of voices of those gone,
each for their unique cadence and rhythm;
that people listen to the voices of those gone
in awe of the power that sends shivers down their own spine
and brings tears to their eyes.
I have a dream that all dreams are heard
and that no person has an audience consisting solely of walls,
where echoes are reciprocated instead of cheers.
I have a dream that all dreams move people.
I have a dream that all dreams
are celebrated.
I'm not one for making excuses or trying to justify whatever I write. But it's so hard with this one, because it absolutely pales in comparison to what inspired it or whatever if you will.
Here's to the King and the king,
Jason
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