Dexsta Ray Jr.
That Building - Poem by Dexsta Ray Jr.
I opened up the door...
Broke wood and full of termites and mold with
The bottom of it wet by the flood
The month before...
This is what's considered the mud
Because the poor lived
I took a steady walk in the hall
You can see this
Was old from the painting and the fact
Get too close and they may
Fall off the wall!
Reticulation on the lamps
Oy the outdated stalls
A little worrisome
Wishing... I changed it all!
Then I'd make it to the back step
An elder was waiting
They were smiling
I can see conviction scripted in faces
Signifying that thee was
Into their ages but this is
Spiritually she'd stick with her faith and
Went the highest road
But I tell her please
Because we might've grown spiritually
I'm now finding out that this was...
An ethereal 'time'
Defined within the mind of the 'blind'
Trying to find another
So I couldn't clear up this fog without a
Different way of looking at it
I don't think I really took advantage
When the spirit revealed...
That spirit took some damage right there
Along with the building and it was
Shook from granite
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