Friday, September 7, 2012

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 

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