Breathe

Honeycombed semi-bodies occupy avenues and alleys,

whose aversive and fearful commiserations wane

with eerie meditational prospects, emanate

from those who can't see what's in front of them

and rediscover an atmospheric recreation

which belongs to the truth's daily circumscription,

where the world's balance is confined to brief words

and gestures of an amoral universality,

equally judicious in the distribution of acts,

moderate in all its structure and mobility.

Let the antiquated structure disintegrate

while hate filled history and apparent neglect

smash into the world’s concrete sidewalks,

where the cracked lines of injustice and apathy

fall into the abyss, the divisions of labor and greed,

exponentially erased. The breath of future generations

freed to inhale peace, love, rock and roll, funk, jazz, rap and scat.

Their liberated bodies exhale symphonies of art, yet unnamed,

the truth balanced in equal measure. The ivory tower forever extinct.

State of the Art justice served on a global scale.

The amplitude of the mutinies is thus renewed,

in ascending feverish scales and empirical curiosities,

in a swirl of variables more instant than ever,

because seasonal elements are confused with the natural course of unrest,

regardless of which side of the pavement you walk on,

or the nearest embrace received.

Hands raised together in solidarity obliterate spaces between humanity.

The global cry for resolution reverberates a justice revolution

to shine its light particles, equivalent in all bodies

to expose the truth. Take all next breaths in unison.

Inhale these words alongside the names and faces of the dead.

(poem with special participation by Dawn Hopkins)

"Revolutionary roads"

Artwork by: Syra Trek