I am a child
Of the scarred Earth
As are you.
Let us seek together now
Something Greater
Than ourselves.
My sister is beautiful
pale like a rare dawn
she sheds light that is sometimes difficult
because though people claim they want illumination
...
There was a touch of gray
That day when I bled no red
and was dead for that one minute I stopped sinning
...
I found the bones of my grandfather
deep beneath the Patterson street
and drank secrets like sweet wine
...
With a touch of furrowed brow
an idle hand wipes the sweat off
...