If the sunrise

If the sunrise does not show

You're the moonlight

You’re the moonlight, don't let go

If the words come

If the pattern's there to break

We must move them

We must be small earthquakes

In the superfuture

Healing hyper sutures

Mountains grow on backs of hands

A shared communal vision

Abolition of the prison

A true attempt to understand

Poor man whose vision leaves it barren in its wake

Must feel the dissonance, like fire from the stake

Do we choose to love? Or do we split the plate?

Travel fast, travel far

It’s an ocean away

If the sunrise

If the sunrise does not show

You're the moonlight

You're the moonlight, don't let go

If the words come

If the pattern's there to break

We must move them

We must be small earthquakes