A delusional negro regarding my better nature.
One who simply needs a corrective lesson in the old philosophy of man against man.
A push here and an epithet there are all he needs to be cast out from my present company.
Yet he remains a stubborn and fixed point,
An outlier of outstretched brotherhood… one I cannot repay.
No Atlas Shrugged or stumped Thinker of solidarity,
He is faithful to Jew and Gentile cosmic posterity.
I am on a sinking continent of slipping cerebral paint.
Quiver, Quiver, and Cower from the Sun on High!
Or hold onto the fleeting image of transfiguration with swollen and bloodshot eyes!
Can my split soul be made whole from peering into the pool of another’s faith?
I fear Belle Isle tolls for me still.
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