'Now that the Union is no longer in danger,
now that the North and South are no longer enemies:
now that they have ceased to scatter, tear, and slay each other...'
What is now, when now is not yet?
Now, we divide. Now, we stake a claim. Now, we wave flags of dissent.
Now, in blood-shed wider than the Mississippi, the red sea does part.
Yet, do we face our visceral hatred of ourselves and humanity.
Yet, do we acknowledge history, so brutal, ever-present and boiling over yet again.
Yet, not yet.
'let us strive on to finish the work we are in;
to bind up the nation's wounds;
to care for him who shall have borne the battle'
A past incomplete. A series of not yet.
Hold on. Sit tight. But no one has made it right--yet.
A present void of now.
Documenting my evolution by filling in space and matter one word at a time.