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flftK for fil'tce Coltrcne & ihcnking Kafy. Cecily and Annette (\\c$ A, ^nd so this foreday daoud morning w/out light or choice . i cannot swim the stone, i can't hold on to water, so i drown i swallow left, i turn & fallow into fear &blight, a night so deep it make you turn & weep the line of spiders of yr future you see spinning here, their silver voice of tears, their lid. less jewel eyes . all thru this buffeting eternity i toss iburn again &when i rise leviathan from the deep . black shining from my skin of seals, blask toothless pebbles mine the shore haunted by dust & bromes . wrist, watches w/out tone or tides, communionw/out broken hands, xplosions of frustration, the sufferation of the sweat of hate, the absent ruby lips upon the wrinkle rim of wine . i wake to tick to tell you that in these loud waters of my land, there is no root no hope no cloud no dream no sail canoe or miracle . good day cannot repay bad nigh t. our teeth snarl snapping even at halp. less angels'evenings'melting steel . in this new farmer garden of the earths' delights 81 this staggering stranger of injustices come rumbelling down the wheel & graveyard of the wind, down the scythe narrow streets clear air for a moment . clear innocence whe we are running, so so so so so majiy. the crowd flowing over Brooklyn Bridge soso somany . i h&d not thoughtds&th had undone so many, melting away into what is now sighing . lights gone from the clear avenue forever . our souls sometimesfar out ahead of our white rattle surfaces , and not looking back, looking back, looking back as it is in Bhuj. in Grenada. Guernica. Amritsar Tajitzkhan. the sulphur-stricken cities of the plains of Aetna. Pelee. ab Napolis. the widow babymothers of the slaves not lookin back in Bosnia, the Sudan. Chernobyl Oaxaca terremoto. al'fata el Jenin. the Bhopal babies sucking toxic milk . our growing tongues accustom to the wh&t-is-ths-word-th&t-is-not-hers-in-English beyond shade and sch&dsnfreude . not at all like duende pleasure domes of massacre, acres & acres of its aching xactment . meaning the rusty-tasting smell of dead blood . skull . the loneliness ofbroken hull, cracks, blue wind through its stark ripe terror, simple blind doom in the most secret houses of the brain . in the loud wild 8a [13.59.236.219] Project MUSE (2024-04-25 01:10 GMT) thunder of the lung's now qua.sim.odo faces of the moon shape of the mosque, its pain, shape of my mother's womb, strange lingering words mean, ing havoc hymen hyenas & howling . altar of human scream & scarifice . 2000 fahrenheit of sheening fuel sunlight . denote . ab&ttoir . golgotha, yr wife crying out in vein from the hammock of her home out of her own vain loneliness of dream that she have gone some whe far away still writhing the screams of her chilldren still listening for threads in the language of dis. placement & fissure her face crack & squeeze like the dry mud of abossom. the dread sodden puddles of camels even tho the barnacle elephants still walk glistening glistening out of the water, her vice throttle to its very thorax in this pillage, all this fine falling steel the paper offices still soffly listening for midnight still falling falling falling falling on tomorrow O Leopold Secfox Senghor Garcia,Lores.Victor Hernandez Cruz still fall, ing fall, ing fall, ing . still soffly viequez . Kurtz in his kongo clarinet of pain, the horrow 8? but what is the word that you will nvr retrieve Kere ground, zero. sha,tila, . more meaning of massacre auschwitz. shallow mass graves. bfcba,nghit&. the way you make me swallow the tail of my tongue in the villages, following the footsteps of my self of my own river of flesh, my own ash my own alph my own poem and what is the word for this high rafter of suicide, the rope choking the throat of success, the shook of yr death in the fission of indebtedness, quagmire . waste, quicksand . My Brother's soft bowels of aids, the taste of the death of uncouth in the copper of water what prophet my tongue w/the tsunami loss of my Mother the Noun, the flailure of falling angelicas' hope, alphabets stuff upside-down in my mouth, the babel of balasier & the downfall of plaster upon all these voices & scores, dub hiphop scouse. the markets of marrakesh settling old sores of no longer verbs that can heal, of...

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