In my head there are several windows, that I do know, but perhaps
it is always the same one, open variously on the parading universe…Samuel Beckett
it’s here with midnight lightning
slapping white flashes
& riding the storm
indigenous neighbours remap the origin
of a homecoming it’s here moving
onwards the details of a lavish foodfest
a sacred event
of lives being dipped in water
the ceremony of who makes a difference
the ceremony of who exploits
these fluid states of rejuvenation
through cracked windows i feel
the earth’s heated chemicals
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