[subterranean / dreaming grace roots] by Nat Raha
subterranean
dreaming grace roots
we feast from (:)
calls your hand tender
turned toward the margins
in which we
stir ancestral / souls
against hegemonic
nerves
with what found & forged love ,
if in alignment our /
bodies defy
all the social could expect
run seams im/possibility
& all the flesh we’ve
fought for
& the ways of being &
knowing & fucking
on history’s tide
receding , sure tears,
façades
horror , food ,
umber busy pulling
out of the ordinary, demands
, antinomies, borders
in the composition of hands
re:visioning
lay ripe heads as the sun
thins
dizzy scent’s course
to place cupped on the chest
for a kinetics of otherwise
Happy Sunday.
Jacqueline du Pré – Dvořák Cello Concerto – London Symphony Orchestra cond. Daniel Barenboim
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