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years ago, I saw time backwards

i viewed a sepia colored future 

That felt like coming Home

From the deep end of

A veiled Summer of countered Conversations 

That dripped like Honey, melted like snow

 

broke the Molotov Cocktail and crossed arms

drinking glass down throats



writing in Ink 

with the hands of Kissfist

 

Салам”

 

“Bonjour”

 

“नमस्कार”

 

Strike the match 

Bare the truths of 

Oil and Water

 

my youth is yours, 

drowned in the stars of the universe

 

Isn’t it mundane? Starting from the future

That didn't even Exist

 

Radio playing “I wanna play where you play with the angels”

That 5am morning 

 

Little flaws that shed like the dander 

Wrapped ‘round the legs

buried , sweet rumbles 

And when I see inside all that silent resilience

 

That’s the future waiting to be unearthed 

Amber sap of ancestral roots 

 

A thousand Cranes spilling over

finally allowing 

Lives to collide