She started our rhapsody
of eco-resilient Wins
invoking ego-resonant Wins
from our Taoist Political Theory
songbook

By reminding us that defensive male Sopranos
have not always been diva dominant

In a prior emerging prehistory,
more of a musicology herstory,
when resilient Bass-Yang
and resonant Soprano-Yin
were both RightHand and LeftFoot coordinated
Win-Soprano and Win-Bass lovers

Happy singers
healthy dancing
ambidextrously resplendent

When not interrupted
by freeze
and flee
and fight

Basses vs Sopranos
become polarized
into cacophonous positions
of not respectfully listening
and/or co-passionate pleasure witnessing

Soprano Voice v Bass Choice
oppositional fighting parts
appositional fleeing departs
frozen in strangled positions apart

From Alto humming love
and Bare toned Bass
organic dancing life
in non-hierarchical
non-violent
non-verbally touching
deep sacred feeling
wellbeing thrival

Speaking while listening
singing while dancing
witnessing while engaging
in polyamorously polyphonic circles.

Then,
just as I was about to brain drain
fall into another afternoon nap,
They fled off script:

“So, here’s what really pisses me off”
S/he calmly says
without soprano exclamation,
as if too nearly exhausted
to expend further breath capacity

Deep-lunged passion
pleasure full-rooted
energy.

“Today in this DisUniting Choir,
formerly Bass and Soprano functional,
we invest dirty money and disingenuous time
in sacrificing sacred Earth’s singers
and Othered organic dancers”

“Since when does a healthy democracy
sing and dance for a homophobic future
gunning for every frozen
fleeing
fighting
failing White-Bassed Man
for his sick self.”

“While, at this very moment
in Anthropocene musicology
we need to bloom nature
and nurture singing Nations
dancing Muse Species
for thriving win/win
tribe encircling healthcare.”

“Instead
we elect divisive
and displeasing AntiHeroes
petulant diva denialists
without any disciplined
or educated
or mature musicology feelings
for health and safety.”

They proclaim
both feet planted,
rooted resilience
pleasing full-choir resonance.

“Any music conductor knows,
we can’t sing our way
toward United States wealth
without healthy United Nation witnesses
dancing EarthMother climate health
polyphonically swelling
wellbeing.”

Now S/he paces, stirred up.

“What the Hell kind of tragic comedy
is monotheistic
capital-infested
solo Soprano history?”

“Why would our collective intelligence
for optimizing health and wellbeing outcomes
wait for ‘Fat Ladies’ sic singing
Soprano v Bass survivalist operas
when we know grand trauma finales
always suck?”

Political
and social
and psychological
and theological
and even anthropological
dissonance risk
out singing resonance opportunity.

“What is worth risking
less future singers
uniting multicultural Nations
and polycultural Species?”

We began nervously looking around
what we expected to be our singing wisdom circle,
avoiding Their foot-tapping direction,
hoping Their questions were merely rhetorical

Some argument larger Sopranos struggle with
divided diva selves
while we,
mere mortals,
continue feeling like nothing
is worth dying for.

In the brief ensuing rest
I am surprised
we dance apart
Basses struggling against Sopranos
for all that is loss of resonant life.

We create AntiHeroes
without sufficient time to sing
love songs
growing what is worth living for

Call and response
from Bass healthy roots
and soaring Soprano dancing
in climate wellness circles

That feel rather too fat and long
calling out less robust diva responses
to what is worth dying for
or against

Restarting living rhapsody,
musicology culture Wins
for ecological climate Wins

Taoist Political CoPassion Theory,
Soprano singing
while Bass dancing
divine diva circles.