Palimpsest

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Phosphorescent thoughts in the tenement, evidence of negligence

Embedded in the sediment where presidents peddle sentiment

Im heaven-sent with seven testaments, developed measurements

to sever reverends from their beveled settlements, irrelevant

The medicines a metaphor, Im better for the weathering

Shackled letters in the editors mind, forever rendering

Surrendering was never written in my leather bound remembering

Dismembered all the trembling, reassembled the December wind

Sinister but minister, administered to prisoners

Whispered through the visitors, my syllables are sinister filters

Tilted mirrors reveal clearer what the builder built here

Guilt fear melts near the kilns where we smelt years

Into gold medallions, battalions of stallions stampeding

Through the valley where Sally kept the tally of our bleeding

Reading hieroglyphs in every brick AKA. the pyramids meaning

Concealing while revealing that the ceilings just the seeding of something deeper

Navigated mazes in the pages, sages' wages wasted

on basics, Im adjacent to the ancient, never complacent

Pacing in the basement with the agent of displacement

Tracing every erasure back to slaverys emplacement

Debating with the faceless, my cadence is the oasis

Where Moses broke the stone tablets, broke the code of the graceless

Replaced it with a mosaic, prosaic to the tasteless

But traces of divinity beneath the grime we chased with

Haste in the mistaken for the taking, but Im making constellations

From the fragments of the nations that were from the 'steez to the shaken by the Haitian

Revolution, retribution for the institutions execution

of the truth when they polluted every solution with confusion

Im using circumlocution to allude to the illusion

That inclusion brings conclusion, thats collusion with delusion

The fusion of my diction with the friction of the system

Produces prisms, splitting schisms into rhythms that will glisten

Panoramic understanding of the landing where they branded us

The canvas vast and cancerous, demanding that we answer thus:

"Your grandeurs just a grammar of glamor, a sleight of hand, a slander

masquerading as a standard while the planner set the hammer up"

But I dismantle propaganda with a stanza, salamander tongue

Meandering through canyons where the cameras hung

Capturing the damage done to every talented young

Brother or another color, discovering the palettes from

the same palette valid regardless of the ballots

or the malice in the palace where the chalice holds the fallacy

Realitys a gallery of calligraphy and alchemy

Transferring pain to power, the towers not the strategy

Its mastery of latitude, the magnitude of gratitude

Converting servitude to certitude the attitude of Nat and 'lude/

less revolutionaries, visionaries carrying the adversarys

Scary truth that were necessary, legendary, february buried seeds for sanctuary

 

“Wealth fades when hoarded, but words invested in minds earn interest for generations.”