there is no magic here
THERE IS NO MAGIC HERE
Words don't sweat. They bleed
and breed passions
more ancient than God,
more ancient than pain
awakening when a knee
addresses a crucifixion.
Words, don't sweat. Bleed.
Breed. Give birth to something
like the time/ghost of a future.
Redeem your face.
Reclaim a locus in the disorder of stuff.
Mean nothing. Just be. Or guess who is.
Jerry W. Ward, Jr. September 8, 2019
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