Saturday, January 21, 2017

Traditions of a People


I receive the talking piece, aching
that what I see has not yet come to pass,
but it is coming.
All I have right now
is the practice of forgiveness—
forgive . . .
forgive . . .

I sing in the rolling purple night
of the traditions of a people
who have been told
there is no hope covering
and know only fear
in the ashes of a heart
that has grown cold.

Desire,
I walked away
from everything in life
that would subdue me.
I no longer need anything.

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