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When Do We Start To Live - Collaboration With Space Cadet
When Do We Start To Live   Collaboration poem: Space Cadet and Darren White Voice: Wesley C. How do I know we’ve lived?           If you’re certain then tell me when?           When? When have I lived?      Do I live now?           Is it the tap-tap of my hand against the window;           the drum played by my fingers on the chair?      Is it the slowed back-beat, or the snare drum speed,           under your hand at rest,           on my chest,           in this 2 AM discotheque. How do we know we’ve lived?      Is it a faint notion, or         movement in my legs:         A lotus reed on my calves         I'd never felt until it tickled me? How do I know I’m still alive?      Is it when the ice-blue swaddles          me in abyss, of          inky darkness?      Or when I’m a borne flutter of this butterfly          crinkled away in my chest          cavity?      Or as sun rays play          with light and words that tumble,          crumble, and fall to pieces,          in their own stubborn way,          here,          on this paper?      Is it found in a friend’s voice          that pulls me from dark,          penetrates a radiance inward,          up from me, out,          to my face,          ablaze with why I'm here to exist?
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