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Through the Trees

Through the trees
bonfire bright
did you see the flames

Log upon log
tinder and my tender heart
waiting watching

The flames flame then
die wood
becomes embers
stirred by branched memories

Lights at tunnels end
leading to conclusions
that do not fruit

Sunrise slithers
among the smoke
choking the last glow
of you and me
leaving the residue
of tearless goodbyes.

czvasser Afroticity

Applause Wanting To Be Heard

I really don’t know me and that’s what I will never forget or forgive. – CZV

I can’t tell you how many kingdoms or nations there were or are in Africa nor can I tell you how great or small my tribe’s place in the world was. I can’t tell you whether my people were from this valley or that and whether they invented something that changed the course of human events forever. I can’t tell you what they were before they were exterminated or became extinct or whether they were or are the foundation for all that is human today. I am not sure it matters. I am sure this truly black hole aches sometimes. It’s a void looking for a sound to fill it. It’s applause wanting to be heard. Hear it. Hear me.

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