every time an individual
seeks
or inadvertently gains
a god-like
persona,
the fall is sure to be tragic.
I remember first 'hearing' MJ
while on a musical ride in Coney Island
--Off The Wall--
I remember first 'seeing' MJ
on a CBS special where he first showed us
The Moonwalk during
--Billie jean--
Up until that point
our little lives had never
seen anything like it--
we were hooked!
It was all MJ, all the time
No matter what team you rooted for:
Rock or disco.
Hip-hop blossomed soon after.
As we grew up
we grew him up.
His ego, his ambition, his appearance--
the music, the dancing
dissolved into the background
as the headlines jumped to the front.
All that remained of his public persona
was a distorted semblance of
what we first saw
Still,
the music lingers and grows
as art often does--
there really was
no other way his story could have ended
no way it could have been any different
he was on a collision course with himself
and we remain spectators
with his music in our memories
as an enduring gift...
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