for the LouderArts Collective & Bar 13
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Tonight I went home
land of pyramid poems
black soil irrigated by aqueducts carrying metaphors
in your limestone & granite adorned temple
I witnessed dismembered emotions
reconstructed & made royal
a Pharaoh impregnating
the womb of verbalized epiphanies with hotep
hope for the survival of integrity
tonight was my haij
a pilgrimage prefacing the prodigal return of a son
absentee in body yet aligned in spirit
a realm where titans use words to stretch canvasses
taller than the Pharos of Alexandria
a beacon welcoming artisans to study
a smithing shop for carbon steel verses
a well of souls overflowing with transparent hands
reaching toward a Higher Truth
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