Tuesday, November 10, 2015

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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

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