Fourth Try: ReInnocence

Friend,

I ask you to witness. The children are walking blindly into the valley of the shadow of Death. They are walking into the fire. They are letting themselves be raced into the black of the popular far away from ever going home. I'm afraid he has walked too far and that he has forgotten the pre-rational watercolor imagination freedom that he used to glow to every passing face. Do you feel the tear-wrench fury of the lost pure beauty in your eyes like I do or are you already so numb that it couldn't ever matter?

Oh the pain to close his eyes and see the grainy aged film of every memory that shouldn't have to be seen. The world that he knew so lost in the rising tide of so regretful. So like the strangling heat to offer a rewind that cannot be pushed to undo a moment, a decision so close but in the wrong direction.

There's a stranger in the backyard dressed up like the neighbors' dog. He's threatening to steal you if you try to ride the swing like you once did. You're too tall anyway... you'd only hit your head on the way up.

Who will save you when the snakes come swimming from the walls when you're lying in bed? Who will tell you if what you're seeing is a dream? The world is our dream.

Your Mental chorus will get louder, friend; it will warn you not to look back over your shoulder. But there's no Medusa there, there isn't enough salt in the kitchen to build a pillar. We'll just have to carry the temple's roof by ourselves.

You and I, us, together, we can protect the poor one from what he hates about himself. Our reInnocence will not be caged in the laws of the old world. Friend I swear to everything that tomorrow will not make you cry. We may all be living his life, his trials, but none of us are marked for despair.

The lights of thought are floating out of the mist that blows into the cold cliff face of the savage state to bring us to the glorious climax of our generational empire. The radiant flames of our thousand hillside camps will rise from the dew-covered fields to reach soaring eyes until they believe in our perfect tomorrow.

A nuclear flash of light has come to scrub every corner of the black water of Gerry and Jimmy's requiem. Fill your pail with the sea so you can cover your face in reflections. We are connected... we kindred lovers, and we can share our regret until it loses its meaning and power over us. Close your eyes, close your eyes, close your eyes, close your eyes, close your eyes, close your eyes, I feel you.

Our child, he will face wishes to undo more than anyone who could pretend to help him. So will you, so will I. But trust me as we fly I will not let you die. You are stronger than time, we are stronger than corruption.

An army of the reInnocent will define this new era. He stands at their head and asks us to join him. Run until you cannot, listen until you know not, speak until you are not. Feel and be felt forever.

Regards,

Jonas Briedis