
Metallic Stars
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