would rather open my mind with wonder
than would close it with belief
a policy so fragile
my watch got stuck at 2 o'clock
under covers
my legs tossed
memory moved my arm
a phone conversation turned my engine off
caught by the government
coloring the day with demand
admiring rasta ground
as the whole world is seated
those people will rise by force
an eye may follow them to the top
purple beetle wings climbing the rain
in organic commitement
lead me again
many wonder, i know.
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