Njeeri Wa Thiong'o

in the world to scream against 
the invading encloser, always crossing 
past return, an advent. we were here
before the sad absences. we are philosophical 
contraband. our braid flew off the
circle from inside like a pathogenic 
bass line. the point of the counterband
was the other ones. like the Prophetess
Amanda Irving praying for the
lost ones, in protest, committing 
thy body to the bass line, in
turning reading everything,
it gives me pleasure to ask that you
pray for me before we leave the broken city
before we make another world
 
 
 

ngugi wa thiong'o
 
 

Fred Moten

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