Sanctuary is the thing denied so many of us since the advent of modernity.

The first time they made their presence known to me I heard voices singing.

Watch what happens to a black boy’s soul when the fade is tight

cast some residue of beauty thatI might revel in you, you, you,

Spacetime travellerscoccyxes weight bowed train railsburdening cornbread

Your fingerprints on my skin are a story I’m still too scared to translate.

Niggas here really ain’t buying what you sellin’...so what’s tea, forreal?