cloud light fades into gray
morning bright sunrise passed
perception bends frames
language falls by winter’s time
relational perspectives
locked at borders
a language, a kinship
lost Mayan translation
driven emotion’s past
time slowed too fast
children locked in a caste
is destiny a page
are pencils a stage
a sixteenth Ojibwe
winter’s age
seared passive rage
feared…
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