money lines and ropes

Two or too provoking thoughts A safe place i write of and at We both travel throught And in the invisible line I am not found The civil rights protests Doth though forge ahead Inside the building as I? Outside of poverty, all night The watching of blind The picket lines of before Your grocery and your store Am i stored in place as safe? Tolerant to entrance and cake? To check out the freedom Taking home no reading Behind you i must climb aboard Slaveries vessel ever toward Another defeat beneath the heels Furious and patience rarely fields Inner city, inner doctor Slumming transpiring caustically talking Duality’s diagram to read and reflect A lens and inspection, mapping intuition In the war, in the cold, leading quietly Awaiting snow The crane’s lurking plunge Hello in painting spunge Again, once more, my defeat For yours