[chant]

in my veins,
in my blood,
in my subconscious...

...the traditions of
greek tragedies walking
the length of
these more than deep
trails etched under
the skin.
in my tongue;
the intertwined voices
of ancestors releasing life
slow tempo...stretched
and cadenced; this
off-gelee chant
high priestin'
invocation
that takes feet and
walks the length of this earth,
this world.
i
have known
tragedy,
have known torment,
intimately accquainted with the colors
of deferred hopes and the
salty taste of disappointments...
in my veins,
in my blood,
in my subconscious...
the traditions of
adahm-'man/humanity'
i am
accquainted with
this humanity...

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