..........
.............The Poetry Of
........................ Nabi Dorsey
....... the theater of cold and firing
.......
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....... Split the rail,
....... look up the long line
.......
....... the up jut the forceful
....... that jab that lifts
....... the world,
.......
....... opens the door when
....... the door is black shut tight,
.......
....... wakens us when we're
....... supine asleep and shimmering
....... there,
....... and don't want to sail
....... loose in any breeze-
.......
....... The arm
....... that reaches though
....... blue veils
.......
....... and snatches us
.......
....... bloody bloody red
.......
....... and our eyes
....... so braced by the cuff
.......
....... from high above,
.......
....... soften, begin to allow
....... silhouettes and shadow
.......
....... to stir in its
....... sleepy sands-
.......
....... In the trackless
....... plains where wind
.......
....... wants to become alive,
.......
....... the eye pulls us out
....... and down
....... into a heart laid out
.......
....... like the desert
.......
....... a punch
....... keeps us regurgitating
....... light,
.......
....... a pull makes
....... us forget to be afraid
....... to leap to step without
....... the grace of water ready-
.......
....... as it is always ready
....... in our dreams,
....... to soothe and create
.......
....... all possibility
.......
....... and death so easy
.......
....... water, the womb,
.......
....... ummn. . .
.......
....... my head hits
....... the hard edge,
....... and I see the sun
....... against the black
....... jack knuckle of the
....... moon-
.......
.......
.......
.......
.......
.......
....... moving across the sand-
.......
.......
.......
....... I made a pass in the air
....... and everytime it evaporated
.......
....... I was surprised...
.......
....... When my hand moves in front of my body
.......
....... without notice
....... I feel fear-
.......
....... as old as movement is
.......
....... some old silence
....... joined with some new staring doubt-
....... transfixes you and I,
.......
....... the travelers,
....... and we
....... oh we are scared of shadows we may make,
....... moving accross the sand.
.......
.......
.......
.......
.......
.......
....... ready to act a fool
.......
.......
.......
....... I used to crack my palms
....... when i was ready to breathe and be
.......
....... on my toes..
.......
....... i laugh about that now,
....... since I'm cracking in my knees
....... and joints..
.......
....... and it's a telling music
.......
....... telling me about how the earth breaksdown our resistance
....... and gets us
....... ready to laugh...
.......
....... if i open my mouth
....... which used to be tight and ready
....... to kiss, or shout
....... if ever it opened..
.......
....... now just carries the fury of
....... a few good jokes..
.......
....... or a shout at the coming darkness
....... everyone can smell in the air.
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