time: a stage in area | a poem by a faust

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time 

a stage in area 

pursuing the act 

– or 

to the heights 

of 

a 

not 

yet 

remembered 

sublime 

dramatic 

      

each peak        

(to me)(will be) 

more real 

  

reviewing the fact 

– or 

brilliant 

lights 

of 

a 

not 

yet 

dismembered 

Divine 

Chromatic 

      

the weak        

(you see) 

(in me) 

will heal 

Time | a poem by a faust

there are a few versions of this one.

time

a stage in area















pursuing the act

– or




to the heights






of

a

not

yet

remembered










sublime

dramatic











each peak

(to me)(will be)

more real












reviewing the fact

– or




brilliant

lights







of

a

not

yet

dismembered










Divine

Chromatic












the weak

(you see)

(in me)

will heal

POEM | not enough to honor Mark Duggan | may be sufficient to thank Darcus Howe | by a faust

not enough of a verse to honor Mark Duggan

in this Historical Moment, (to speak the plain Truth),

were a conflict a riot, an insurrection, unrest,

were possessions more precious 

than a flesh and blood youth,

still the sins 

of these idiots 

would never 

be blessed

but enough (though informally) to thank Darcus Howe