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It's All Here IT’S ALL HERE Cataract eyelashes batting at the divine Incarcerated in Dirt, Air This very ocean I’m floating on like bathtub toys That humbles, belittles, and exalts my soul simultaneous How small we are to God Yet continually proving importance Like ants building their own Rome Easily stepped upon Conquered Demised By my black, Government Issue military boots The countries to come Dedicated to footprints To scarring land Adding onto technological scenery by keeping it simple Riddle me this, Riddle me that Face of consternation swinging from willow tree limbs of youth That couldn’t hold my weight then, certainly not now Love to remember To invoke To write alive worlds dust-caked Shake pages from the hinges (Spines) Slap babies to make them breathe To keep these thoughts swaying forward Like drunks trying to find their way home And that’s exactly what I’m doing Massaging sidewalks with abused toes Stuttering through this thing we call time Gotta retarded tongue so I let the hands speak Make new sign language Learn brail because touch is real Words are real Underlying every vision Every sense Every peyote happening Every Sunday morning church going The words behind the words The ‘Ahh’s’ The sound syllables dribbling onto bibs For angels to wipe up because we’re all unworthy All of us |
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