we
                                                                         ,    


                                                 the
                                  fragment




Billie Lee

To the diaspora of your desires, to the intimate deserts. 
And if you grow, your desert likewise grows. 
If you come out of the hole, 
the world lets you know 
that there is no place 
for your kind in its nations. 
Why did you put me in this world 
if only for me to be lost in it?
—Hélène Cixous

                             



                                we
                                ,

  
                                 the 
                fragment 


                                                           born 
                                  of
                 rupture



stripped 
                                                                                                                of

future                                                                                                                   & 


                                                                               magic





                                                                              suspended      in          mid-air



,
                                                                            before       
                                                                  flight

                   .
              
                                                                                                              we, 

            gene
rations 

                                 b
                                 o
                                 u
                                 n
                                 d


                                                  in the

                                  wreckage
 

                                                                        ,
                                                                        refract
                                                  ing 


                                 Wondrousness
                                                  !

                                                  the soul 


cannot 

                                                  bear
                                                  .  


                    sway 

                                                                                                 by
sway



                     secret
 

by 



               
                                                                                                              secret



                                  syllable                                                              by





                                                                                         syllable

                                                            g athering


                                                                                         a chronology


                   by               a 
different


                                                 name




                                                                                                Time,
                                                                                                bent


sway
by sway
secret
by secret
syllable
by syllable





           
                                                                    dancing 
backwards



                                           
                                            imagine                                                    


                                                                   a

                                                                        multitude   

                      ,

                                                                                 from
                                                                                            the
                                                                                            scattering


                                                                                                             ruin 



                                                                                                                         and 
                                                                           
    
                                                                                           revolution

                                                                    .

 

                          “don’t 

                                      you 

                             forget


              it”
 ,


                                                                                                                             it
                                                                                                                   said.  

                                                                                                       pregnant
 
                                                                                         with 

remembrance       
                                                                                                                   ,

i

                     l

 
                                   l
              

                                    u


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                                                             i 

                 n


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