[To Fancy Myself Striding From the Future, Free...]

To fancy myself striding from the future, free
From this fatigue, the heavy dragging my mind
My body morphs and rises like the sun
Vast and calm and in need of no sleep at all

 

Brutality, like beauty, has its own music,
The crackles of spikes, the clinks of shackles but
Human flesh does things other than trembling
I only keep moving

 

From that dream where my mother’s bod
Lied mute unmoved monoxide in her mouth
(Her remain on the kitchen floor
A static memory of home)

 

The crowd on the road do not love me either
Always get my first name wrong
Is it not futile to explain again?

 

Better than silence, at least --
Or may well gas myself

 

If the past insists on walking with me I will walk faster
If the present loves me not I’m turning my heart to a fist
By God, I am beautiful

 

Till that universe where space can only expand
Past and present dissolve in the free geometry of time
I’ll draw a perfect circle then
Waltz back to where I’d begun,

 

A born-again throbbing person

 

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