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alone, far away

prisoner of the “land illusion”

caught in a djellaba

the palace tilts up

no hiding place down here
rise up with her pens & brushes
rise with the sunlit stars
rise with the instructional booklets
rise with your thought-making mouth
rise with your question of rising
rise with the intrinsic provisions of language
rise with traumatic refusal of war
rise with your poly-rhythms
rise with your comedic sensibility
rise with your kernel of identity – what is it?
tell me!
rise from the forum and consider your task in social space…