Dancing At the End of the World
Dec. 30th, 2005 02:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
forsythThe Revolution wasn't televised. It came without guns, it came without bricks, it came without slogans, speeches and bombs. It came just the same.
In a billion tiny acts, trillions of tiny decisions, an upheaval in the sand of society, one that washed away foundations built on rock that no longer was.
And in a million different places, for no reason they could name, people in ones or pairs or more just up and danced. A girl in Tunisia by some flowers. You and me on the old road out of town. There and then, it was all we needed.
(Bad brain. No. I am not going to write the Grinch who Stole the Revolution. Really. No, brain. Bad.)
In a billion tiny acts, trillions of tiny decisions, an upheaval in the sand of society, one that washed away foundations built on rock that no longer was.
And in a million different places, for no reason they could name, people in ones or pairs or more just up and danced. A girl in Tunisia by some flowers. You and me on the old road out of town. There and then, it was all we needed.
(Bad brain. No. I am not going to write the Grinch who Stole the Revolution. Really. No, brain. Bad.)
