While on Turtle Island

Her labor is undefined

Boundless love

To build

The crystal dome

We pause

She rests her feet

Along the watchtower

We Migrate

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the moment utopia died

another thing was born

radical love

spreading across

like wildfire

uneven earth

the old ways of thinking

both good and bad

the love

has died

but a new love

has grown

winter killed all the disease

to make space

for something new

no more violence

no more war

spaced in green oil

but these are all inherent

in our human

need

to exist

greed

fortune

fame

the glittering gold

mining data

surrender to what’s to come

control what’s here now

free love

open love

is safe and free

there is not a shortage

or reseve

as much as we think there is

there is plenty

to go around

CLASS IS THE UNSEEN FORCE OF IT ALL