Write all the words, and say them

because we do not read them.

We watch the words, but we do not

read them. We, I, They dance through

the language bequeath by mother,

father, elders and long

dead scripts. We, I, They

empower language with

our smoky rhythms

and watery grace,

brought up from the

riverbanks of our baptism.

We, I, They exchange

wealth for a cataclysmic

brotherhood, like mushroom

clouds passing through

song filled deserts