The Beneficiaries

Metallic Stars


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Don't you see yourself in all those stars?

Metallic Stars - the brightest light of this world
The iridium night sky blurs
into ocean's shy, defiant reflection

We become days, hours, undefinable
Creators want only
to be free to create

Arkestra of Ra
OctaviaPastPresent
Grand Master Delaney
Architect of sound, Cecil
A Simone Solar Powered

Infinity Icons.

beautiful bodies of clocks
fearless bodies of work

Some of us preserve our art
Like southern peaches in grandmothers mason jars.
When opened, history, pours out.
Some of us hide our codes inside our locs
Every 25 hours
No longer confined to hands or hunger
or race, or gender.

Sleep occurs, when we find it necessary
Love is not a metaphor, but the way we always say

Hello & goodbye

We have finally become
a people.

Our turquoise and red clay colored wings
Span galaxies, forgotten by many
Some of us remember the ultraviolet light years it took us

The bloodshed, the sacrifice, the undertow, the Crossing over, the tides we conquered, the sandpapered
sweat of our royalty, once unmasked, once scraped to
Perfection. Allowed to exist as
beams of light

Finite fire of crowns.

We follow our steady pulse
Our movement from rock to purified stone
From agony to triumph
To arrive at this place of

solace & wonder

Rhythm rains dreams from our pores.
In the specs of our speaker box limbs

We become
freedom of speech

We become the music
we eat, love.

Movement becomes the language of the fantastic
Particles in unison, proper agile aliens of funk
An amplituhedron leading us back to the jewel
An evolution of humanity
Forward is the ability to push back
Boundaries invisible

Emancipation of labels & gravity
Letting go our only way
of figuring out which planets become our

Changing universe, our compass facing home.

Civilian travel cannot
accommodate intentional
genius traveling at the speed of light.

It will not be easy carrying sound systems
Inside your womb. Birth is noisy via satellite.

Still
remain still

fly beyond limits

land

push

The Crystal City is Alive
is Alpha
is close and far
from the sun

The people
are a blue burst of light
tornadoing into the infinite

if you can truly see
If you unplug just enough
to actually

feel
Your fingers the iconography of keys

Future will never become

a thing

of
the
past.


Writer/s: Jeff Mills, Jessica Care Moore