..
We have waited for just
this time, these indivisible
numbered days, the ways
our ribs form perfect
cages. We are rags and
rages against well-oiled
machines. We are lean
and mean, Amazon war
-riors, meridians calling.
We are fundamental-falling
………… (fast)
for this dawn,
and when it
golden-calls,
we will be ready.
..
In November, we poem.
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