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I and he
battle furiously
about what’s what
until I tower
over him
spitting moonshine
in his eyes
and rubbing alcohol
into his feet
Bare
cold and callous
as the floor under me
I shine on him and
wonder what brought
him here
to the quarry
at the foot of the
hill
To the east and
the west
the sun has yet
to rise
and the stone I have
been polishing is only half
done
So I look into the
distance
and turn my light
to it
Wait for the moon
to diminish
and the half stone
to shine
so that I may see
the sun rise
when tomorrow
comes
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"Let the brain stumble from its hiding place, From it's cellblock, to the edge of oblivion to come to itself..."
--Safe Subjects - Yusef Komunyakaa
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Global Tears
