An unterrifying unknown

What is familiar soon fades away. Neither as

an untravelled path that petters out at night

when the sky kisses an eerieness from a distance.

Nor as a memory disappearing into a depth

that explodes into an afterlife of traumas.

But as a rebellion that purloins our strongest desires,

tethered to the brutal fictions of perpetual becoming.

Unarrived, and never arriving, a deluge of hollows

echoes through, standing before the door of unfreedom.

What is familiar soon unravels into strangeness,

and disappears into a sail beyond the shackles of terror,

an unknown sea that terrifies not, a place of refuge

where dignity is Black power.

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