Black Poetry : just a simple note

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** just want to thank you
for the sentimentality
it inspires my flow
and let’s me know
for sure your inspiration is the release
that allows me to know this kind of peace**


ascension to peace

i have been drawn out by fire
my ashes lay still
in a field of stalks and straw
all that has not burned
has been eaten or seared
into a hard-baked clay
and lies near a husk of corn

soon a brisk wind will come
and i will be scattered above
the mountains and the moths
where i will take the shape of stars
and ascend beyond the clouds

only then can i look back
at the smoke that drifts east
towards the horizon
and at that part of me
that lies near a husk of corn
and know for sure
i am not dead --
only risen