BETWEEN SKYSCRAPERS

! i heard a voice as tall as a skyscraper - 

! the edge of a knife: song and scream - covetous amazement and collective burial. 

! sent to warn in warring times. 
  sent to carry in continental hijackery. 
  sent to soothe while demanding for their surrender. 

! stealing, prohibiting, and countering progress in plain sight – makes it hard to 
  save a democracy.

! i want so many things for you: first reparations and rest. 

! i heard a voice as tall as a skyscraper – and it came from a black woman. 

HER LARK ASCENDING // MASSIVE

i went alone
i went scared.
we came…
and we wore white.

a call and pace to fury, grief, harmony, progress, and more fresh extra and paint upon the lids. 
it was electric. a sea of us. i climbed on top of an orange traffic barrier and clung to a chain link fence to keep steady. ahead of me was a balcony made of stone, metal, and glass - it looked like the edge of a spaceship. a blanket of impenetrable magic. we looked up and she gave voice - news of another sister that had been taken from us by a body of hate who hates these bodies. the complexities that distill into: 

the systematic carelessness of one human towards another.  

i safely retreat into ex-factor for breath. my being flooded with layers of grand nuance filling every second to fullness - collective cognitive dissonance tidal waving towards a fusion reaction of reactors always climbing…she summoned from a rage that sleeps beneath the ocean floor a message to rise heights and sail crystalline past the edges of grace. inhabitable stratosphere. my face broke with tears, i climbed down and my weeping found another body chamber…i am a series of elaborate identities - at different moments, but never in a moment holding all my journals. a rush of energy floated up from the pavement and reoriented my sovereign system. my multitudes kaleidoscoped and integration brought indigo. 

i felt hateproof
i felt undeniable.
we marched…
and we felt massive.