Tonight this swirl of kinship
moves across my memory
floating like mystic dark clouds
deeper than flesh and blood
inebriating the mind.
In vaulted exile
my vision is blurred
like a fetus in a mother's womb
knotted in umbilical cord
and I go back in time
and I watch demented countrymen
gouge panic and fear
as if tomorrow will never come
and people whip-lashed
through marrow of bone
moving backwards and forwards
crisscrossing
latitude and longitude.
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