-after Fred Moten
Of which they are legion
And the mind telling them
And the face which is blank
With disaster
Of which the horn tells us
The way it fit within the rhyme
Scheme that is not dreaming
Of dollars and discovery
Read plundering
And the mind saying
And the mind arrested is verse
Versus them "orer" any
Notion of 'us'
Wouldn't tell the b side
The b flat to be
Outside the copulas of others' suffering
How to sing this
Without submergence
Lyric wants to say
Like a bubble brimming
In the shipwreck of our axioms
Propose this going down
With the
Ship crushing
Of which 'one' is common
We are a wreck in common
The dead one holds in common
Live dead sounds of the dead
Commonly they discourse
Through horn through the rap
Possessing what they do not grasp
Proper names what won't
Return as property.
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