I talk to the universe
I speak outloud and out of turn

From myself to the world
And right back again
A hurried song
Speaking in a voice hopefully heard
Beyond the mountain ridge
Over the canyon walls
Our feet are held together
Mired in summer clay
Where we
Should be marching in the streets
Stopped in our tracks
By dogged ideology
Human rights are held at bay
Played out by some principled idea or temporal song
For when stars see
And understand our stories
Each helping create scared spaces
We choose to build a more peaceful world!