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When it became ok!

When my fingers fell unabashed upon ivory,
setting plaited air to weave and leave these porous walls,
to fill the streets with the raw blood of a swearing heart
it became ok...

It became ok to forget fame,
to recognize my calling absent the game,
and it became ok to remember that sparked moment:
a stage less black than the quiet beast,
poised and beckoning my immature hands.

Peace and Love always.

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