Take
Cover (or On his apocalyptic visions
coming
true)
My
entire adult life has been
a
crisis of confidence
the
doubt that comes with being radical
morally
bound and intellectual
filling
out my sails for a minute
crushing
me for years
is
not a thing that can be taught
only
confirmed
and
tested with the heart’s corroboration
in
this way we dissolve entire nations
carved
up before we were born
trace
the lines my arms have mirrored
and
sacrifice dawn
and
all the while the storm rotates
the
violence is twenty four hours
I
keep my head down in the rain
like
a bunch of flowers
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