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Soul shifts in cartons from Amazon to Africana legions
One world beginning, often characterized as down under
Banana splits from the crush of dreams squeezed in placement
Plantain chips broken from whole, but still love grows as expected
Sweating from an infection of recall of them native spirits
Memories panged by the breach that is reached recognizing relatives
Decorative collectives’ representing humanity, I fit among this tree in life
My cream rises, in seasoning to my affairs with change intimately
These hairs of inherent heirs grow slowly out of the rind of its own lines
Sweating the possibility while the growth appears stunted in forests of plight
Yet time is deliverance and the fruit of faith comes forth in sequin reveals
The rows of travel leave me feeling the feeling of the drumming heard in aisles
Abstract seeds from a tree that was planted and forgotten until this day
The pits are heard in the drums of a heart blessed to see revolution move this way
I lick this wound and its curvaceous crevice as thin membranes tickle my touch
Eccentric and eclectic is this momentous summer in the middle of a year in life…..
I take a bite and spirit from beyond nourishes me in the revelry of all that is like…..LOVE
