movement and because they were really hooked in with the you know the movers and shakers like yuri kochiyama who held the head of malcolm when he she always held that torch for those of us who followed in her footsteps yuri kochiyama and her her dream of the world is a dream awakening the mind a pyrrhic dance in the appearance of time dare she to dream the world a circle a basket woven of our differences visible and hold emerging money go man yano creatures of the earth and every color race and creed shining like cut diamonds reflecting a thousand galaxies of worlds within worlds beings upon beings slipping on air with the language of communality dare she to march with the black saints under the cold gaze of sparking dreams in history shadow with the passage of seasons revolutions and battles pushing the hours days through this is news to touch the burning stars long not coasts say go spirit to togo are all in each day becomes harder to grasp the bows arrow with the grand view with the unified map from which her visions are drawn and perfect alignment with a reverence for beauty and life and