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it is that time
it is that time love
the moon finally speaks with her six tongues
the rivers now forget the ocean
the mountain finally spits us out
from her centuries old sanctuary

it’s the time of traitors
hasty like alligators in search of graves
it’s the time of the long machete
arrogant like storms that blow into hearts
it’s the time of nights
clamorous like abysses where death rests
it’s that time my love
the mountain floods us her angry weals
that bruise screams into whimpers

i want you only to remember
the lacerated earth that bleeds into your feet
i want you only to remember
the past that screams at us
from the rent bellies of weary skies
the multiple incisions of dead loves
hurry our hearts into skewed postures

tomorrow there’ll be no chain or chafe
no bleed or slit – no gash or ash
to whirl us into genocidal frenzies
there’ll be no coffins with incomplete crosses
for men who died without crowns or rainbows
there’ll be no knee dancing into a bruise

the lungs of dungeons will suddenly burst
into breezes that remember our wounds

there’ll be only you & me
& vengeant warriors with spears knotted
into rainbows
there’ll be me & you only
& our hearts mad with insistent loves

that demand mountains & skies
         skies & suns!
         the ancient composure of the hills!
         the roar of rains for all of us!
         the obstinate roar rage of the ocean
         for all of us!
         the eternal holler of hope
         for all of us!

the sprout of dreams & hymns
    for all of us

without delay!