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The Old Way
In the rain shadow of Majave Desert I eat hot sand
I am singing with their Death Valley
I have allowed them to build my faith under a Joshua Tree
& I feel a pain in the little finger
leaning towards a withered language
I maintain the hollow of the dirty sky
I am split between the Great Basin & Province & the Sonoran Desert where the dark tower is a grave
from one hole to another I seal the capital of decaying with anesthesia
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Jacob Kobina Ayiah Mensah
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