Translation (Thinking of Enoch) for Black People
The spirits
we are
live like leaves bowing trees
curtsying, breaking & fencing
into winds.
brushing, bruising & mingling
with each other.
I say,
we will live.
no death is a
singular unregenerating
event.
we will continue to be
constant
to flux
into each other
and surmount
the itinerant style of
the incalculable storms.
Structure
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