Grasping to quantify
Grace, ineffability, power
With words ill-suited
No double-meanings, no poetic language this
Crisp lines, crisp meaning
To capture a moment of prayer
Of ecstacy’s overriding bliss
To twist the words of a rigid language
To bend the long years of denial and slaughter
Applying steam to bend wood
Fossilized by ancient prejudice and tradition
Demolishing hierarchies word by word
With truth, devotion, will, and perseverance
Rending bars of hate with white-hot flame
Born of the Gods, the Ancestors, the spirits
Dripping down the jail-door
Setting free our souls
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