They Were…
Rabbi Yehudah ben Shomeyr – Kris Shoemaker
They were the glue.
They were the coagulate.
They were the bond.
They were the adhesive.
They were the hub of gravitational centrifuge.
They were the captain of a crew on choppy waters.
They have dissolved, disintegrated and disappeared,
And we were flung as stars across the heavens,
As mud from a halted spinning wheel.
We spin and fly away from one another like soap dispensing oil upon water,
We drift and ebb away from each other like the rippling tide of a stone that breaks the surface of the deep.
The memories of our revolutions together around the patriarchal and matriarchal nuclei are but a series of faded photographs; memories frozen in time, fading like a dream.
We have damned ourselves to solitude and obscurity.
Going our separate ways like the droplets which dissipate from the watery crown of that stone that broke the water.
We did not implode and fix another to be the familial nuclei.
We respected them and not ourselves and thus had no one to take their place.
As a result we are as those who have been separated from the pride and are as aimless rogues die a slow suicide.
Their deaths cause a hole, but why not a black hole that would draw us together once again?
Revolving around memories is better than being aimlessly adrift to nobody or nothing.
They were the glue.
They were the coagulate.
They were the bond.
They were the adhesive.
They were the hub of gravitational centrifuge.
They were the captain of a crew on choppy waters.
