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Taped to the wall of my cell are 47 pictures: 47 black faces: my father, mother, grandmothers (1 dead), grand- fathers (both dead), brothers, sisters, uncles, aunts, cousins (1st and 2nd), nieces, and nephews
They stare across the space at me...

She sang beyond the genius of the sea
The water never formed to mind or voice,
Like a body wholly body,
Its empty sleeves; and yet its mimic

A pen and paper with me
Without knowing for what use it could be.
Then i see thought
But it comes with a knot,