00:00I am threading the consciousness of this present Thursday gathering with my Steadfast Thursday.
00:06And all of these elements do something to keep the struggle towards possibilities of a more just and equal future
00:13to me.
00:15I am not dead yet.
00:19The dead do move me to go on and die harder, softer.
00:24Are we getting closer or is this a space of foreclosures?
00:28Because outside it's opening up.
00:30I huddle with hope in contradictions.
00:33I see my hero and my tyrant.
00:36Right, Miss June?
00:37They hug, holster, humiliate, hold a baby, a weapon, a piece of paper, a poem.
00:44This is a poetry that silhouettes the horror and hones the holy.
00:49You sway one way or the other.
00:51Collapses.
00:53How Libra of you.
00:55Clusters are forming.
00:57They come through dark matter.
00:58Clusters coming.
01:00Come closer.
01:01Constellations or contraband.
01:03Come crowd.
01:04Come on.
01:05We coin stories marching.
01:07Stories morphing our God body of change.
01:11Awestruck.
01:11Oh, what an army of the ever-living prophet Octavia.
01:16Wild night on the snowcast television.
01:19Chilling.
01:20Let's melt the static.
01:22Plow the black ice.
01:24To the center.
01:25A foundation somewhere underneath here.
01:27I huddle in hope at heroes inside keeping house.
01:32I horror in hope at big dreams executing small in Babylon.
01:36We huddle in humility at every character healing.
01:40We hope in huddles at the public interest who's focused on providing a space to breathe.
01:51A poem and a promise to stop time and be able to really see the fair share is all we're
01:59looking for, anew.
02:01For good times and for bad times.
02:05We may be the living, yet the dead do deliquest these demands over their graves.
02:12Something felt and known forever in the soil.
02:16In other poems, cheers to the hope clusters see, when ancestors balance scales, even more than seen, and we do
02:30the living, we bled here to conceive, a chance to get it closer, coming, come on.
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