Every night I go flying
through walls and ceilings for
the work of the One is
never done.
I will not ask
for the right
to assemble my deeds
for you here
but ask now for the time
to make the right
of all things
like the realisation
of consciousness
the precious two
inches
between eyes at the front
binocularly
and the centre
of thought
knowing the
difference
for them first time
when blindfolded
with the odour
of race.
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