There are few accepted means of
Emptying bladder and bullet
reverie and revenge may
howsoever present more
I have murder and mercy
in equal portions on my hands
I am Abel I am Cain; say when
I can howl freedom
and squeal for freedom
With equal insensitivity on lungs
In census of life
Asthma is a minority and
Oxygen rules
People somehow still die
So syruped thus diabetic
Is discourse on divergences
In ablution and ambulation
We still fall in love with grace
In pea sized bethel
breathing spaces from
House not so White I feared Lord
And cried
In limitless space thus
in Land of Pure
I feared man,
tears dried in fetus of eyes
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