Snake Eyes, Leroi Jones

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That force is lost
which shaped me, spent
in its image, battered, an old brown thing
swept off the streets
where it sucked its
gentle living.
And what is it
to do, that is driven to an end
by words? The frailest gestures
grown like skirts around breathing.
We take
unholy risks to prove
we are what we cannot be. For instance,

I am not even crazy.

Comments

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Thanks for posting this.I'm a big fan of Baraka/Jones.