Yang Declaration
We of the yang
bang it, man-
pounding a thousand drums
with a thousand wands
waving joy notes
into a dance-boom.
Bop!
Yang grabs you.
Pop!
Yang spins you.
Chop!
Yang gets you.
We heat it up like that/the way of the yang/is sunlight on the
grass/trumpets blasting the 6:00 AM/the gold spots that line
the highway out.
Tap!
Yang invites you.
Clap!
Yang moves you.
Zap!
Yang finds you.
We push it up like that/the way of the yang/ is the burst out
to freedom/out into the big sky/that excuse us, we gotta kiss.
We of the yang
knock it
unblock it
sock it
to ya
with the heat of it.
