Bravedancing the earth path through the neon wilderness,
We find the heart of the world running on emptiness,
A tragic kingdom of hatefear, spiting fire with fire.
But beyond the culture of make believe and its nebulous haze
We waltz skyclad with the wind, and with each other.
And with the wind. And with each other.
By consensus we live, and by love we consent
To a philosophy of immanence and a new economy of mercy,
Performing the spiral dance – sealed human no more.