Holidays have changed over the eons
As we evolved from hunters into peons,
Pausing by the graves of mysteries
Preserved for family feasts and shopping sprees,
Yearning for what life was meant to be,
Having lived so long unnaturally.
Once upon a time a holiday
Looked a lot more like a holy day,
In which through ritual joy and chanted prayer,
Dancing, dancing, passionately there,
A person might the restless self erase,
Yielding to a ravenous embrace,
Singing, dancing with unearthly grace.
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