Lorenzo Buford
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I am not an ordinary state of being. My embrace is life-death.
I am consecrated to myself. I am a poetic visionary who sacrificed an eye. I must recall the origin of the medicine. I must heal the rifts where entities live who think to harvest my essence. where ghost disguise them selves as lovers lost in timeline games. I must remember the separation - must make the bridge so that my Mother's story will not bind me in her laments and the sorrows that have become my experiences in time and space. And yet, I must live her story - my story and together. we must live in another story. I must remember the origin of the medicine, the hand that soothes the pain, the tear that will cleanse the wound, and the moments that seal the ruptures; and I will know that I'm not falling outside myself but back into what I was. And I must remember, I am no longer a sacred lost art; and don't have to wear the character of the whore in the marketplace or be the mud of the world for parasitic lovers. So let my primitive signature once again sign my name upon the stars and let me spiral out the mind of mad blind gods so I can dance outside the construct of the Machines. I am no longer seeing myself sitting in branches whispering to my trapped selves bound in timelines but living in the Wonder as the many ascend into the Eye. |
