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midasit's all relative, and that's the worst part:
we ruled the world like kings, sitting atop
privilege & opportunity like a tyrannical serfdom,
laughed at it like children, laughed so hard
our bellies hurt and we couldn't breathe,
kids too fucked in the head to understand
i came home to both parents, supper warm
on kitchen counter hot plates, a dry place
to sleep when the nights got too cold,
i know nothing of oppression, i try to understand
the miracle of strife like maybe humility is the lens
by which the sky is lightest,
it hurts sometimes (life), getting out of bed with
every new day, tired soul clanking around in
the cavern of your chest like the gears of a broken clock,
and it's really not fair to make a comparison between
the problems of living & the problems of living well,
my brothers, i see you awake with god at dusk,
empty stomach workdays, hear the whiplash of systematic
shackles on your tired bones,
you are strong, far more than i,
i cry for you brother, late
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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