The “See it – Sing it” Suite
to be a mirror in the face of fear issued hate
to give back to the mind that will open too late
to go deep in with the out our novel mandate
one only must polish that self carried slate.
if no one is left the stars will not cry
they’ll yet shine on bare rock in midsummer night’s sky
the path is still trod with it’s own reasons why
in situ or vivo or other worldline that energies fly.
darkness is deathly afraid of the light
as it shows it be mere thin shadow we fight
not substantial outposts of terrible night
and it scatters like moths scared in our sight.
evolution’s monkey has grown out of its past
and now stands tall as waves of incredible mass
breaking on false shores we now know won’t last
water-age blindness a curse we’ve just passed…
into the heat of the new forge’s fire
ceaselessly climbing to this cycle’s spire
our mission to work in groupings entire
as the turn of the wheel goes on spiralling higher.