The Moon On My Left And The Sun On My Right

Lying in the grass. The moon on my left and the sun on my right.

Each brilliant on display

And I’m reminded of the beauty of contrast every day.

But, I can’t get myself out of the way…

 

Martin Luther where is our future?

Cause I think we need a suture

See we’re bleeding out because of clout

And there is no balm in Gilead

Can’t you see you’ve been had?

 

Awakening to resolve

Means you’ll have to involve

All the parts of you that they’d like to solve

Either that…or devolve.

 

The culture that is pressure

Calls for revolution without measure.

 

The moon on my left and the sun on my right

Looks like mere inches apart according to the span of my hand.

But, it really isn’t about my hand is it?

Rather what I give it to or what I can see through

That is what counts.

And the revolution mounts…

The revolution mounts.

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