I awake day after day
with the Pentecostal damage
Slowly rehydrating my blood
each morning
the world grows
the past keeps pulling
The arguments of forefathers
alive in my muscles
Ignorance dwells in me
in the house of the human
Though I proceed forward
vaporizing my spirit in the
desert of the later morning
light
Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin
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