If I could
Open my pores
and squeeze out
The puss
It would smell
Sweet like nectar
And flow forth
Like slow moving
Honey.
It would issue
Heat
Like molten lava,
It would shine
Like a golden rod
And glow like a star.
If I could
Open my pores
I would renew
Each cell
And walk forth
Everyday
Anew
Conquering worlds
With
My originality
My originality
My sword
My originality
My sword
My origin
Is God
My origin
My God
My God
My sword
My sword
My voice
My voice
My word
My word…Original.
(Self-published. Please contact author directly to order.)
Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
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