....in the midst of a tidal of heat at the end of a summer in the end of the world when martyrs with cardboard signs walk through subways with the message of jesus is coming soon.. and the deniers of climate change agree... this is the end of the world as we know it... i sang r.e.m... my eyes in rapid trepidation...and my skin sinking with her dreams... only to recall that it was too much... all of it... and that even in this last hour the best of things to do would be to spend time with those who brought peace... who showed up... who Loved so deep that i cried for others... that background music may actually be the surface that paves the ground before you... and what you are chasing is only possible because of those holding this space...
...i stopped chasing after rejectors.... after those who kept their doors closed... who told me to come over and forgot because they told ten others to come over... and i stood outside under pouring heat... scorched by a falling sun... and turning charcoal into cooly-dom... replicating the dna of my outcaste forefathers so abject in their beauty that they couldn't eat off the same plate as everyone else in the caste culture... until the advent of islam and the egalitarian concepts embedded in it...
...i left the shut doors shut... decided not to knock... but not before scrawling i Love You... peace be unto You... Always... and without a trace left confounding negligent Lovers who spoke of a man they once knew... described me to strangers on sidewalks in astoria... sat in the waiting room of the police dude in charge of sketch art... she posted my picture all over queens brooklyn and manhattan... if you see this man please call me immediately... my heart is on the brink of shatter and can only breathe again once he is resurfaced in the physical...
...i stopped chasing after rejectors.... after those who kept their doors closed... who told me to come over and forgot because they told ten others to come over... and i stood outside under pouring heat... scorched by a falling sun... and turning charcoal into cooly-dom... replicating the dna of my outcaste forefathers so abject in their beauty that they couldn't eat off the same plate as everyone else in the caste culture... until the advent of islam and the egalitarian concepts embedded in it...
...i left the shut doors shut... decided not to knock... but not before scrawling i Love You... peace be unto You... Always... and without a trace left confounding negligent Lovers who spoke of a man they once knew... described me to strangers on sidewalks in astoria... sat in the waiting room of the police dude in charge of sketch art... she posted my picture all over queens brooklyn and manhattan... if you see this man please call me immediately... my heart is on the brink of shatter and can only breathe again once he is resurfaced in the physical...
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