Lorenzo Buford

Imaginary Poet

Dying from one World to the Next

Did I die into this world
because of the pain of the Other.

I did not achieve ascension
from the art of suffering


was it just a lie
to keep me non-human
in a human form.

Tears fall out of my eyes
like chunks of charcoal
and were touched by the elements;

and a thundering sound
from my heart
the charcoal into diamonds.

And this weeping stone
dies into another world.

Once again,
I am an island
in a world not touched by man.

We are natural forces dancing in
in forms
that no man has squared into limitations.

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