To mistake a star as an airplane is a tremendous understating of the actual power we have had here,
But it's cool... as water.
Assemble your soul near a lake and watch for the engines,
Firing off at capacities you'll never breathe,
Isn't the air polluted, aren't we all diluted anyway... well, well.
During the night I pretend that I'm inside outer space,
An eternal black more comfortable than my own skin...
Time then thickens with a dense that breaks over my head in light years,
And lightheartedly I sway my legs into a walk of reluctant will back to a reality
Where you can't lose oppression in vacant gravities and un-grasp racism in vacuums.
Not too much of a miracle is it!
But how does the sky hold its breath for so long beneath the weight of gods or universes,
How does it stand its ground as if that isn't ironic, and fix its fist with thunder,
And revolution storms at Olympus until its insecurities shiver in gold.
Such a brave insanity, a sure death and pure life.
To swing knuckles bare, against the brutes to your liberation, a series of frenzied celeste manifestos,
Nova dusted, galactically dismayed, radioactive and nearing a reverse abyss.
An inverse Dalmatian, heckled with all the blinding white reflection of polished badges.
A ghostly gasping,
A porous void, agape... attempting to purge its own hollow.
Ma'am and Sir, you are shooting unarmed solar systems out of the Milky Way.
Our mothers are far from natured. Our fathers are clocked. Our people Galileo'd.
What an entrapment of belief put forth on this nation.
When you've only looked through the telescope from the wrong way,
An assumption can magnify a divide that potentially does not exist.
In this pitch dark, is a chasm still of the same matter?
Open your eyes
So, so easy not to fall.
Say we love us all through metaphysics and quantum theory, say we love us to beyond, for infinity,
And so be it. I'll twist a deity from this life wringing my soul dry,
My sleeves never try on hearts before wearing them. Something about trying means failing.
So these will have to do.
We will have to do something now, because that is as star up there. That is a star and not a plane.
That is a star, not a plane.
EIGHTH
EIGTH NOVA — FRANKIEM MITCHELL