babalawo
here i stand
can you not see these trembling hands?
my skin is white...
but look beneath
there lies my color in its sheath
ignore this body
then you'll see this thing that burns
inside of me
it needs a rail to travel on
it needs to learn another song
the one it's keening is so cold
it's drained my heart and left me old
you have the key i need, i think
i know it's not in smoke or drink
but rests on my relations with those things
most folks consign to myth
i've had some preparation time
those altered states and dreams of mine...
i've practised letting others drive this body
while i'm still inside —
i know
i started at the end
and now i must begin again
babalawo
here i stand
can you not see these trembling hands?
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