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                             for SNCC & Dr. King

by trace depass

 

 

The corners of a hypercube discern Birmingham from all the SouthSides & edges

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meet, whereat I have no concern, even less so in the collapse of years over spine.

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Guiltless today I ate of a swine which might consume any black thing, maybe just me

 

given time. There is no metaphor these days for the -- let’s name it -- “love” of human’s cheese.

 

There is no human cheese. There is a calf violently yanked for wannabe calf’s milk

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whereover RAM would watch, like a shepherd, sheep. There ain't no individual human

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in an Adidas line, a stock exchange, but there could be one steering all of this RAM.

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Is there then an individual behind this poem? Can there ever just be one?

 

Habakkuk laments. Jesus wept. The old man splits the seas, yanks their animals dry &

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into branded new names. The young dude was an assailant whose face keeps colonizing

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scrolls of my IG story. Sound pollution as vivid on my timeline as it is

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the air, in the ocean. There are no excuses. I'm too colonized to mind really

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the role as an animal I play with other animals. With human/animals

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I di(v)e in love with cuttlefish & thought i(?) cuttlefish could name you → each part of you →