The Flicker Poem by Julius Lenaiyarra

Started as a wave
Perhaps a wind wave
Sweeping from the western horizon
Conquering the neutral centre
And parading thro' the still east
In a gentle gesture.

Turning, Twisting and followed eruptions
The west is re-ignited in the east
In acculturated havoc
Acceptance gained velocity
As the flicker gently opened way
To conquer and let in the west.

Mered with misconceptions, the east stands
The west not contained in itself
slowly easternizes
The flicker is seen
Harlem too rises in the west
As its song loudly echoes
In the silence so much created
And the west too sings Harlem
While the east remains in a mimic
Confusion, and identity crises
Perhaps the Harlem Flicker...
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