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poem found on a bus

Reincarnation

When I am born again

Make me a drum,

make me an anchor

of rhythm for your hands

 

Make my song

break locks

open windows

fill bellies

 

Play me

till I shudder and break

between your knees

 

Set me afire

Watch me spark,

rising, twisting,

returning

to darkness.

 

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Woke at 4 this morn to the misty blue

fear crept in of the brown recluse

 

Today I am free

of the mental slavery

of capitalist penmanship

i am calm

to the magazines who bog me down

shape my thoughts

and consume my personal desires

with your stronghold on personhood authority

Your reified definitions of who i am

what i am to be

what i care about

how to be

happy

healthy

alive

YA!

I have regained my mind

i saw the peace in the industrial wastelands

i breathed release into the big blue and orange sky

i blew kisses to the world

and grasped some hope for the straightened waterway

i will decide what to cook

what to pursue

where my thoughts will dwell

i am safe in my own breathe

warm tears sliding down my chapped cheeks

fill me with splendor at my own magic.

Goodnight, sunset.

I will remember, i will survive

Libertad!

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