The Crystal City Is Alive
Some call it math, we call it truth
We decided drawing outside the lines
Might be the road map to the next dimension
A tribe of multi-versed mouths and similar noses
and almond shaped third eye wisdom.
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
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The Crystal City is Alive
The Crystal City is Alive
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.
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The Crystal City is Alive
tornadoing into the infinite
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Writer/s: Jeff Mills, Jessica Care Moore
