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Sacred Blank (a poem)


Hacked off ancients’ crowned heads

the basilica now humming

sacred whispers below

a hip hop rhythm animates

restless adults

j’suis pas charlie

pas que les mômes

no meaning no purpose

skin burns with underlying need

social security not enough

to pacify a hungry soul

if words were to flow like blood

restore high water

a conversation could happen

outside of mind

temples of reason aside

every heart counts

each culture speaks

linguistics of soul and spirit

can we talk?

grow together

use our words

express our depth

need to belong

yearn of heart

with no voice

but brutality to break through the level of mind

back to the sacred fire of heart and soul

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