What’s your name
And I’m supposed to have one
Just as the wild ones
Do we call
Johnny!
To the vigilante
Dark silk fur matted with wet
And spirit
What’s your name
Name me
Label my being
You emerge
Jet black eyes open to see color
Wailing and bloody
A moment of life
Already a spirit of healing and infinity
Named
Baby
Newborn infant child baby white pudgy human rich girl sister smart bad
Meaning Little
Nothing
What is my name
Who am I
A flux of human history and pragmatism?
I’d prefer
A wonderful morphology
What is my name?
Blood bones brain
Deeper
Soul spirit body heart mind
Go deeper, son
Land
Earth
Water
Sunshine
A Tangle of hands
Dirt
Life
Creation
Yes
That’s it
I’m sure of it
Am I
A pleasant sound to the ears
A heritage of past oppression and merit
I hate that
Am I
An infinite
Simple
Complex,
Mingled of crumbled stones and dew drop
Blood and tear
Medicine or destructor
Can I be more than that eon of discontent
Of difference
Of beasts and purity
Of good and bad
Of take and take
And take and take
Let’s see
Does the wind howl it’s name
Do the spirits that roam and dive and holler to their kin
Stop and look when a child points and says
GOOSE!
Does the dirt quiver and rage
When you curse it’s name
Language is empty to the soul
The spirit
The body
Hush now, you cankersore
I eat and drink and sleep!
And still you cry
Quiet!
You can speak and yell and whisper
Or
Listen
Turn to
Create
Conjoin
Transmorph
Peace
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