the thing about smoke and mirrors is that they show us in pieces, take all the heat sis, but u may melt in the wintertime n that sweet rhyme stuck in ur head puts u 2 bed with ur conscience,

this isn’t nonsense only something u gotta make cents of, wear both gloves before movin shaky but my plans been flakin like dust in the wind they were never my plans 2 begin only somethin

i called in 2 free my womb from this ancient tomb where 2 people doom is wearin a mask or leavin a flask or findin courage 2 ask questions that u know the answer 2 still there’s nothin

like the Truth 2 hold u in a distant knight – hold u from that distant flight because we only get so many trips around the Sun – do u know ur limit or r u already finished, clutchin steady 2 a well

that is only dry – this wisdom will be my demise and the rise of our people will come through Patience and Riot...


maybe the lightnin strikes at once where our hearts could never thump my eyes found wunder in pure desolation... there is a nation that emerges from rage but no rewards for zombies phasin

out from underworlds - i saw shirley’s temple in another life. i was praying for youth while youth was prayin to dice me up into little portions ever since the contortions in my stomach these memories been runnin the frame – heaven’s chest is nothing less than ur favorite pieces,

promise i will stay if this is what the world pleases but i meet you in every life now the turnin tables remind new fables of what came before and i won’t ignore the signs that a savior is

comin, this patience is numbin but really it teaches us how 2 love – know we laugh tall from fire above but 2 me u are the essence of paradise i recognize u in every life but this time we shall ascend –

only 2gether can we bend the rules of time and space...

i met u in my dreams, spent hours of my sleep carrying u from danger’s away i never even
thought to say that u were mine, never thought much about the magnetic connections of our
spine until i awoke to the feeling of ur palm – oh love, u were never gone, just working ur way

back 2 me in fact u see we were always destined 2 meet again – my deepest friend lived once in my belly – now they’ll never tell me that they don’t see the angel at my chest – it’s nothing less

than wunder that has led me 2 u – no saying what we may do as 1 in these lands... but surely our hands r just small enuf 2 sculpt the wurld...

WUND3RLAND continues...

Ima Diawara, 2023
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