Breathing in

Breathing in…
becoming peace.
Brothers, sisters,
synchophants and souls
in roles of opposition…
justice is coming.
I hear the drumming
by way of
mournful humming –
with the dumbing down
of the masses
as it metastasizes,
taking shape,
the serially uninformed
is that storm
increasing in size –
those hordes…
who traffic
in Tomfoolery
and blasphemy
by way of
kneeling,
to false Gods…
who
hock texts
for $69.99, fortified with
blasphemies and lies…
of the demonic,
in stereo
or WiFi,
sponsored
by the incoherence
that is
ignorance,
but they don’t
hear me though…
oh no!
Behold as
the furrowed brow
informs, that
some got to
swim and others
must sink…
for the sin
of refusing to
think –

blink twice
if it will suffice
to save
your life.

Touching ground
to walk in sacred places
where I was told
that I’d pen
scrolls for souls
or my fellow humans
to unfurl
into perpetuity
or forever…
like my Grandma said.

A live reading of the piece as part of the Pa and Son Adventures below:

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