The Braided Voice
I miss tobacco Leaf on the outside Smoke on the inside Making my body my life a ceremony.
Air freshener in a can, can you imagine tryin' to put the wind in a thing to spritz calling it not good enough by naming it Spring Fresh...
Hair braided by white or web Who's to say it's not starlight itself Bridging the beyond and the body Woven across time to tendril
Firmament...Say it out loud Doesn't it sound when it rolls from the tongue like something solid underneath the feet A place that births...
For eons we’ve waited interrupted by men and their machinations & machines need for more for less Those that have called us dormant or...
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