One Actor
Indefatigable spirits flag not
In the face of
Obstacle, stale air,
Standardization,
Or achievement,
But nourish caring hearts
Through handcuffed and assassination-rife times.
Racism has many costumes
But only one actor,
The infant, fearful soul.
Go
Peace, she
whispers,
And lets go
her soul.
Takes
forever leave of it.
And it
From her.
Intention
At some urgent last moment
I will know that it is.
If I do not manage a smile
You must remember that
Was my most intended intention.
Stop
You say to stop
Right where
I am.
How could I
stop
Where I’m
not?
Pi
Ease along now
Even as you will
Yourself to stay put.
Just how many
Realities can we be?
Perhaps Pi.
What
Open any
door and stand
In what you
have made,
An opening
framed by…what?
Watch what
the door kept hidden,
What it
kept from you,
What kept
being
Without
you.
Beyond this
portal
Are more
portals
And within
each,
More
portals,
And with
each,
More what.
Break
Open any door.
Find joy or hatred within.
Smile upon discovery.
Break down.
I
Find myself?
How does
that
Which is I
Perceive
that
Which it
is?
I would
more
Likely find
That sad I
Seeking I.
End
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