ya zamba
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i hear da silence
as u speak
tell me
where is ma now
i can tend to
stretch myself into
dissolve in di ocean
among those of us
who had to choose
freedom
thru sacrifice
ur blood runs thru
my clavicles
circles
ma knuckles
with a gentle
steep
as i cast da ground
with da bottom
of ma feet
u whisper to me
to not be afraid
of ma own grandeur
as those who might come to
are already restin
within
carvin
castin
within
carvin a
path of light
fo u to surrender
to
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the path
of di errant
was a long time callin so
long dey forgot
how it ceased to be
– how to embrace it
eventually forgot
how it felt
to encounter its
multitudes
on a loop
of dreams & visions
from da past nd selves
, deir burden & burials
finally unleashed
from da confusion
of a rotten
[flesh]
dey’ve been told
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i’ll let u doubt my existence
so u can cease to be
an interference
meddlin
between our books
dey said da
charms left sinkin
in our veins
are yet to be
, a rebirth
thorn open
by da silence
of a self
nd i’m yearnin
to recover
from da shackles
of ur ignorance
protectin ma breath
in lines
of contemplation
at da speed of
any mortal
being
just as da blues
holds no hand
as dey process
into space
on da curvations
, di inner map
callin for
a deity
– hummin
so lemme pour ma soul
into da transience
of our soil
[...]
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in luminescent dreams
u speak [as i]
as ur voice fills me
with warmth nd hope
do u remembah
da time we never met
as both our hearts were collidin
into di ether
nd now i hear da whispers
of all our senses slidin thru da window
as if we hadn’t been told dat story already
, willing to make it ours again
i remembah
, da spring fields -, da blood
da juice in its fruit
drippin
from yo eyelids
da taste of di earth
under ur nails
nd da lurkin eyes
laughin at us ,
our empressement to
be each ozah
- again
swayin deir shells
iluvyu
as i leaned over di edges
of ur neck
u said
an horizon of scarlet
& pearl green
driftin
by
shakin
i refuse to forget
how da future will hold us
as long as i am u
in me
in dis moment
ur hope
sings lullabies
, just as da wind slips thru those leaves
i can’t remembah
da last time i wrote to u
in chords nd
echoes
whether ur soul was restin
under ma flesh
o on top of my heart
tho
da sky sang to me once
how one’s luv will never suffice
one’s chants when da notes nd da
riddles collapse into da wata of our
souls immersed in
one anozah
da spirits of nature forced deir
scents of cinnamon nd cedar
as a balm to be rubbed
under
as u press nd
caress my shoulder
with a gentle laughter
i see ur smile in da sun
nd let da spirit unfold
as i write
about how much
da future means for us
until
our eyes close[d]
nd we meet each ozah
in our dreams again
i am fond of
our becomin
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