wade

i.

When time asks the day; what have you made of it?
inhale for the seconds, minutes, hours, days
subtract the lost seasons and add the years.
disregarding the tick of the clock.
Wallow in words of silence then;
build chaos in chronological order.

ii.

When syllables grew lethal; did you think you could shawl words of titanium?
Seek warnings of thunders in scarlet rage;
hurricanes of crimson wrath?
bloodshot storms of fury.
do not dare add to every word I say. 
Wear my words across your ankles.
The circumstances have changed.

iii.

In the echoes of the night,
I went searching for those words.
Erosion of sentence no longer occur.
Erasure of pain blend with old tears.
Look at what he has done?
Lioness, what have you become?

iv.

On the lashed back of the night;
Word became weary
and looking for comfort
it migrated to the South.
Nobody’s business;
whether it waded or wept.
Just waxed tired of assassination of character
Personality crucifixion.
Identity lynching.

v.

Shadows whispered.
When you’re done weeping? Wade
When you’re done wading. Weep.
With an ephah of pain, pass it on.
I’ve waded by the river of broken waters.
I left words as residues of speech.
Someone said do not turn your back.
What you say will show your lack.

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