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.
poems, fireflies...