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The People’s Taskmasters

 I was a teenage fugitive slave

nestled in bravado and left to
rot in trochees, dialectic, and then.
The village of televisions called
in the hot space between rocks
and other, meaning them, those,
and that. the curriculum looked dull
and greedy, like transportation or
civic pride. writing exists as a wall.
Shallow bodies of water forever
sport micro deletion in grand waves
of earth dark dark learned growing
money stretch and reasoning
through and through. 

Martin Luther stood
many words tall.


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