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Good Brother
In a state of soot
Black smoke
He found a crude instrument,
Disemboweling himself:
Guts spilled over cold concrete in outlandish splash.
Raging against the machine.
He was seventeen years old.
He was in love.
She was manipulative,
Convinced him to…
Kill.
They gave him LIFE.
It was my first meal… There.
Just him and I at the table.
Bright blue examination eyes,
Seeing the unseen of me.
His first words to me:
“Get ready for the universe
to align for you in ways you cannot even imagine.”
It makes me want to cry
Thinking of that.
Can you see the sacrifices
Necessary
For enlightenment?
The path of Siddhartha.
The cave of Mohammed.
The desert of Christ.
Why do tears well in my eyes
as I listen to Outkast “13th Floor”?
Published 17th May 2022
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