Black Mindes In the Wind
Whirling thoughts of our forever waving human conscience.
Free from the vacuum of white opposition, silently sharing less.
Forever we wave amongst the Sun, Moon and Stars.
Rejected and shunned as rotting fruit.
We still hold claim to the sustainable root.
Beyond our skin you'll never know.
Invisible yet transcending.
We are not that form, but form itself.
We are not in a place, but in every space.
No clouded or negative perception can ride this wind.
Free blowing and true to form.
We live, we die and we live again.
Black Minds in the Wind
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