i see parabolas and hyperbolas in the fires i burn outside—the fractals that coat my sky are the signature of the night…i feel energy and possibility emanating from deep inside—my dreams consume my consciousness bringing peace and taking flight…
churning flames resemble hurricanes orbiting a floating rope–we imagine a power that can traverse oceans and unify our divided globe…the possibility of insurrection lies firmly in our scope–we build support and community so our psyches and souls can cope…
plumes of smoke resemble arabic script resonating in my mind—nocturnal beasts are consumed with the erotic in the dark or in the light…my mind is wired to the rhythms reverberating through my spine—i pray for insight and evolution on this cooling october night…
my mind is wired and on hyperspeed always blessed and never alone–the force is strong with my tribe of rebels superfly and always dope…we tag walls and craft murals blasted hard on modern stone–we imagine a classless future where all migrants will have a home…
vistas of enlightenment are suddenly within sight—the protozoan embers of revolution are recombining with nascent pride…our armies grow bold armed with fire and guided by celestial signs—we build a power that can transcend systemic evil and conquer toxic lies
–BYPO PHOENIX c)2017
