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I wake, undeterred

my destiny is tied to my film negative

the pigment, darker hue

body heavy, sleeping in the car

unsatisfied, limited mobility

signage, calling down calamity

let us see justice

we veterans of creative suffering

let us fight and bleed for self-evidence

for the content of character

let us dream in exaltation

of mountains of despair

turned into jangling chords

singing spiritual and sonnet

let it ring, this freedom

from  hamlet and village

ghetto and mountainside

and swell to heights

to the limits of my fingers

to the ends of this carpet-bagging head of mine