We have a right...

We have a right to explore this world
Without your filters
To smell incense burning
In a den that exists
Light years from your mess hall
This world belongs to no one and
To everyone
We are not a calculation
Our dreams are more real and more profound than your masks

We have a right to be citizens of unknown territories
To be tourists inside our own hearts

For love needs no visa
For laughter requires no proof of identification

Our movements coax stars to align to form a finger painting
We are random and illimitable
Like the song of the coqui
In the rainforest that is
Our childhood
Our retirement

We have a right to make and unmake ourselves
To fall tragically
And patch ourselves back together
With the fears of our lovers
With the sorrows or our mothers

The press conference is an illusion
The senate hearing a regurgitation of brats

Our kindness will be erected as a shrine
Our confusion will be the garden that complements its entrance

We are a brief and and neverending pageant
When we embrace
A bridge of light expands
Across all 14 dimensions
When we cry
We give birth and
Throw lavish parties

We have a right to exist unfettered
To be imperfect
To belch and call it a Samba

We cannot be bound by economics or psychological analysis
We are the dream
The memory
The drum
The electrical impulse
The stone
The water's bride
The dust
The silence and
The opus
We have a right to spread our kindness like a cold
To question everything
To be nameless and anonymous
To be boundless
To acquiesce and wave at strangers
To live in the form of the infinitive verb
To be