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| Black Be Black |
| Where was I when all this began? First the trooping demands of the step, then the marching, oh, the marching. I cannot slide the paper to the tune, their wickiups slide the miles, into wherever I may have roamed. Hey, see me? I have progressed, there is no tune to stamp me. I wander just as you have dictated, as will your demand imply, as will you swill your will. I am a hybrid of what you stake, don't drop me now I am birthed, I find a kingdom in what was said, In what was heard, so to the end It is marked sharply, a pause Let life leak in, slowly, slowly, Until I am filled up, flush up, with the day's final moments, with the day's final mentions and let black be black. � 2000 DPMcClellan |
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