Feb 23

Sight is relational, like warmth.

Thick and clouded, clear and moist.

The shape of my clouds need pruning.

Recast and fortified with a loved earned.

Remake me, for my sake.

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Imagine me as a bird,

Wingless but still catching air.

Able and tethered,

Hinged on time, purpose before





Souls line the dollar bill.

Beneath the pyramid with chisel and stones

Be will.

Above the brow of Jefferson

And in the corners of the Verde triangle, we wait.

We watch,

And we sit,

while they kill our babies,

some of them yet to be born.

We heard…



Crystallee Crain

Crystallee Crain

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