Multiplicity — By Brenton Weyi
In our world, each life is a thread,
The fibers of which are forged by the stories and origins of every indelible individual who makes the human tapestry indivisible.
And created by the campfire flames that have always compelled people to conspire and commiserate.
But this magnificent mosaic is not made only in the pastoral landscapes of the past.
Even if we’ve moved away from the tribe, the village lives on to continue to share in the hope of the Promethean Flame.
Because hope is made here
And it’s made now. With each precious second, in places where we now count grids and blocks rather than blades of grass.
Today, the torch has been passed on, and now we sew new threads of humanity across city streets.
Streets where whispers flitter in our ears speaking stories that, at times, the soul is too afraid to utter out loud
For the city is a haven; a respite; a solace; from a sometimes solemn world that denounces differences as disgraceful – one that says strength lies in borders rather than bridges.
But the faithful warriors of the municipal village say otherwise
They let colors paint the air with spectral streaks of acceptance, they let kindness line the streets, so that every roadway, gateway and alleyway, will be a path to friendship
They breathe culture into speech and their very life into language so that with every inhaled breath, each citizen is transformed by a snippet of a new identity
That’s what it means to be multi-faceted. The city has no face – it has a million of them.
In this village, the language is connection. And the law is cooperation.
The city is the epitome of biodiversity. And whether it’s in our DNA or PSA’s, that diversity is what keeps us alive
A collage has no beauty without a collision of colluding cultures
And the day those threads of connection cease to multiply – the city dies
Just like the human spirit, from the pristine to the gritty, beauty lies in the multiplicity