We travel hard like cosmonauts,
Diving into galactic slots and
Star system spots through
Self-induced, expansive thought.
Philosophic mountaineers, we
Scope the ageless atmosphere;
No fear, no apprehension,
Clear minds,
No tension.
Running spiritual interference,
Speaking out against adherence to
Rules that are arbitrary and commentary devised for disconnection,
Reduction of questions, and
Dismissal of suggestions that only make us stronger.
We reject despotic parents
Dangling simulated carrots,
Underestimating our coherence and
Boundless perseverance.
We move with supernatural swagger
Through androgynous astral matter
Using telepathic chatter
To scatter brilliant brazen blissful bits of philosophic filaments like
Electromagnetic stimulants, causing more of us to crave
Ingestion and understanding of things beyond words.
Revolution is inherent to our essence.
From birth to adolescence,
Old age to convalescence;
The very nature of our construction
Holds the framework for obstruction.
We contain divine instruction for the
Dichotomous destruction of fabrications, denigrations,
Artificially instigated adaptations, and
Interrupted cerebration
That appear to be the foundation
Of the fucked-up nation
To which you’d like us to pledge our allegiance.
Hearts blending, illusion ending,
Unifying, loving, mending,
We stabilize and organize,
Cumulatively climb and fly,
Harvesting strength and new insight to
Systematically rewrite
New plays and ways and methods.
Stretching together,
Humbly reaching
In soulful streams of
Truth and teaching
Of one another
As sisters and brothers,
We grow in knowing
With amplified eyes
Reassess,
Digress,
We can still rise.
