Bow to Pray

A hill rises to meet the sky. I lie with you and stare out the window pane. You caress my swollen skull. I repeat the numbers 1 to 10. I see you fine, and repeat the word MINE. Cherries appear in a bowl beside the bed. I touch them and realize that I have bled. There is blood coming out of your head. Your ear, it is queer. Grey matter does appear. I pass out, we die another day. Bird on windowsill wake me in pain, you sit in the corner chair with your gun again. I will write it away, and the moon will welcome a board my way. I leave for the lake saying it will be okay. You know the opposite is the reality of being the innocent being for satanistic now. After all of this I should be the size of a cow. Tomorrow I will move and listen. I will grow in strength and standing in the community, and so will you. We will do it as BLACK PANTHERS (embracing the unknown) do.