Inseparable when
The transmission runs
On the white walls
Stretching always for
The ends of others
Across the land
Denounced by
Men condemning no
Question quick beside
Them owing to their
Masters bitter trade
And tirades children tiny
Fingers cruelty under the
Jealous fears of morning
Rains and rivers running
High with jagged history
Ignores the bridge we
Might have built against
Them over under
Across and through
Running mothers sheets of
Opening denied themselves
The river hitching lynching
Rope annulled the
Mountains and the hills
Shall break forth into
Signing on the other side
Her thoughts may lead
To trees which grow and
Didn’t know we each in
Love with elastic spirit
Are unreal and
Inseparable hastened
To one another in
The end.
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