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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