Testament

Jan 4, 2020

The testament remains, cementing our identities and impeding progress. The masterpiece and its testimonials are reefs and broken ships, islands and continents of faith in a ceaseless sea. I leave these behind like drum beats, not to measure my progress but to acknowledge the moment. These are not signs, but holes in the signs of others, fractures in the faith that replaced experience. I am not the shipwreck but the hole that sunk her. You made me dangerous by gathering up my rhymes and chanting me into circles until you'd made an icon of my poems. We don't need heroes, but we need the holes they leave behind.

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