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?
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, bentsway by sway secret by secret syllabledancing backwards a multitude , from the scattering ruin and revolution . “don’t you forget it” , it said. pregnant with remembrance , i l l u M i n a t e u sby syllable