silent spring

 

Paris, 4 December 2015

 

holds us like a phantom

touches like a breeze

shines its understanding

see the moon smiling

open on all channels

ready to receive

and we’re not at the mercy

of your shimmerers and spells

and we are of the earth

to her we do return

the future is inside us

it’s not somewhere else

one day at a time

we call upon the people

people have this power

the numbers don’t decide

your system is a lie

a river running dry

the wings of a butterfly

and you may pour us away like soup

like we’re pretty broken flowers

we’ll take back what is ours

one day at a time

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