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
Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025
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