Catch the Spark of the Unurban Dawn

  We have braided our pulses into 

      a single, global wire,

 clasping hands across the 

       fault lines of the earth

 a living circuit celebrating

         Liberty…

 Liberty from the 

     heavy, choking mire, 

    breaking free from the 

       gravity of 

    cruelty and old despair.

 We unleash our potentials

     in jagged, neon streaks, 

every colorful expression

 trying, colliding,

      rising in a sacred song,

 cracking open our chest cavities 

      to the ancient, blinding peaks 

where the Great Spirit worlds 

   above and before us have 

 waited all along.

Tomorrow, we descend upon

      the Unurban Cafe.

       Wild, leaving the sterile, 

concrete grids behind to join the 

  raw, electric chorus 

       of the Sunday Songbirds. 

Come stomp your feet, stomp, stomp

 until the floorboards splinter

    Unwind, lock arms,

  embrace your beautiful, 

      fractured friends, 

  and scream-sing your passion 

directly into the teeth of the dark.

 This is where the numbness ends.

    This is where we catch the Spark.