Underneath this land
Is a history of blood and gore They papered over in history books But it seeps into our dreams Slips out under the edges of our social masks Will not be denied; Global reckoning.
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So, all the world's a stage, Will?
And I've been cast As a hapless Fool No good thing ever to come my way. Well, joke's on you (Or maybe me) I found the recipe for Cosmic Lemonade Squeezing the hell out of those suckers. As children we weren't allowed to go to funerals --
My mother thought them no place for kids My dead relatives thwarted her Becoming dream revenants Visiting me to assure There was nothing to fear And to sometimes tell me stories. My mother visits me, too Death teaching her the true locus of fear She no longer tries to shield me from my destiny. I did not come through pregnancy unscathed
My body stretched taut Belly about to pop Organic systems raging -- The doctor told me I might die; I never felt better. Passed a human being through my body Crossed a spiritual portal Changed, not unscathed. The word is REGISTER:
I stir grits Steer grist I see tiers Greet sire Trees rest egrets God is _________
I was asked to fill in the blank Autofill says God is jamming I stop and listen Discover Autofill is Autocorrect Jamming it is Damn that phone is smart. The prompt was: Pockets heavy with dreams
Pockets heavy with dreams I travel cross country On a quest to shatter glass ceilings. After a year and a day I return with empty pockets Having paid the price To make dreams real. |