Look closely: see the mountain of a man reaching above the firmament that separates his head from his body & if you wait long enough, you’ll hear him call to you from the pier & I’m just waiting to see him like i’m waiting for some nameless god that is not my God— this mountain breathes the soul of a Black man, is r…
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