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Etheric Body
03:50
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I’m afraid to return to that place less tethered
Where spines of joy and wonder pierce protective layers
My brain and body have carefully curated
Melting down deeper, thorough, further
Like stripping the color off leather
Eat your fears and drink in the sun
It’s not making trips
Exploring inner space
An arms reach to touch adjacent lives being lived
As time bends and circles but continues- to cease spinning
Whatever mass of matter we travel and orbit
Let me emulate it
Emitting illumination as I explode into a ball of pure light
Echoed throughout time
Unparalleled
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2. |
Virtuism/Essentialism
03:25
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Forward thinking but constantly moving backwards
Prolific rhetoric echoes towards
A group think shuddered with hands
Pressed tight over ears like children who babble in place of listening
Our legs are meant to bend
Our will is not meant to be broken
When the weight of willing bodies call out to keep us in contact
Our feet rooted
Into the grounds of a great potential
Pat yourself on the back
A sharp tongue
A job half done
A quick wit
So eloquent
Talk yourself down a path
Internalized trauma response
Tell yourself one more time
The exception that proves the rule
Tell me again... and again
A critical lens doesn’t magnify rose colored glasses
Asininity that spans too wide to touch
Disrupt patterns and infiltrate judgement
The “hasn’t happens to me” cutting dismissal
An abyss of death and theft and oppression
Left to let die
Abysmal is this string we keep reweaving
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Time and Place
07:13
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This face is hundreds of years
Mixed and deluded but maintains certain features
Migrations chosen and forced upon us
Thousands of miles
These legs have reached; conquered many mountains
Plains and deserts haven’t stopped my lineage
Not a drought has ended descendants
These eyes have known many seas and oceans
Viewed lines that made up the horizon
Water that kept us at bay for centuries
Hair/ Skin/ Generation
A millennium...
My genetic unit measurement
Crossed but not discovered
Pulled by tides
Touching sands
Climbing novel rocks and beaches
How my family name became...
Still a part of a tribal nature
The square mileage inhabited
How far we’ve ventured from it
Always returning to where we started
Strength and grace
The mark of my people and many others, adjacent
The miracle of how we persist, not entirely jaded
Blood
Shared and spilt
Land
Water and soil
Family
Long lost and found again
Hair/ Skin/ Generation
A millennium...
My genetic unit measurement
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4. |
Crave
03:41
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I crave for certain eyes to be on me when I stand tall
But I’ll slink and slouch until I shrink enough to dampen my spirit
I crave touch
As it can feel so healing
I can’t find the center point of balance where I let others hold me down
Without feeling like the weight of a burden
I crave connection
But reflex and run from the sounds of genuine interest
I crave the knowing of someone’s true self
And maybe I can let someone in
I’ll settle for sex because it feels adjacent to validation
I crave you like the song, stuck in my head, an ear worm burrowed
I keep drumming and humming the tune
But still can’t find the true progression
I crave love
But I’m not quite sure that I deserve it
I’m uneasy
I’m not scared of rejection
I’m petrified of acceptance
I crave and crave but mostly want to be sought after
I’m valid when I’m wanted
I’m worthy as the object of your desire
I cannot accept it’s me being seen
Look past my post
I’m not the actor in the forefront
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Ōverwhelm Albuquerque, New Mexico
sad but also sad
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