7/23/20 B) Anti-Ghazal

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in this world we walk on the roof of hell …

each of us carries an upset in our stomachs.


watched several of them bend back glass.

under a blazing sky (always a blazing sky) i am lost.


nothing tonight. the time turns to 1 am, and;

i’m still awake. still searching for my roots.


the open fissure where transparent fish float.

tonight my blackness has a hum that resounds.


and what of those of us who bow and scrape,

before personages; before our own egos.

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