I MET
SRENGTH—the terrible elixir, bled of anything, slaughtered,
looking incredible. so much intimate dislocation, eternal resonance, fresh out
of the water—pure cadence, so alert, such a raw ass measure. saw him at his
edge, I spoke politely, I called the ambulance, as we parted, I left a message
on a cloud, it’s at the library. we exaggerate. it’s an element, aside paradox,
oxymoron, musicality, and others. the philosophy of waves, the war to
exist, better, the disaster facing the humble Black soul. many compartments,
much destruction, terrible, enforced reconstruction; the walls were long, the
bridge was long, the roads seem unending. on a cul-de-sac, the dice were slung,
the spirits were out, it’s amazing how each person is powerful. I sit, I absorb
condition, I splay a part of something essential. parts and particles, remembering
the idea of the avatar, the wishful dreams, the reality of the onus on the
individual—and the hell facing individuality. I met strength. it seems so
difficult to receive it. I must congratulate the fortune of others. on this
agenda, I see, I saw, so many fretted, so many damaged, as I reenter the
community. I met strength. I asked his faith. he was long winded. I asked was
it important. he seemed dreamy, floating, a little different and lost. he said
none of it matters. we must experience and move and stay connected with our
communities. like sky culinary. like the last chef. like math on steroids. the
flippant discomfort. the last to know. the first to speak a positive spin. I
met strength. she keeps to her friends and family. she dances with the wolves.
the kingdom is on her side. I met strength.
