We are a people that
push beyond walls
(there are no walls, Son
there are No walls)
Only windows without glass
doors in the middle of the ocean
(doors into the spaces we haunted)
Meet me back in our heaven
(the one we vibrated out into the open
that night in the thick darkness,
with the stars, trees and Indian
spirits)
Saturday, September 15, 2012
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