Letting Go (Outerlude)

When I say you are on your own
It means you are your own
And thousands that scraped bowls before you
It is not condemnation
In fact, It is fact affirmation
God's final touch
The last piece of meat
It is countless departures surrounded by invisible brava flowers
Cupping you, only giving you their scent
It is an embrace of suffering
Soundless screams
Fatigue induced sleep
The rhythmic innuendos of panic
Your own is larger than a relationship to enslavement
And more robust than a coughing cracker's crumbs and calamities or enormous produce
Remember when Nina Simone started clapping onstage in her old age and they called her erratic
Remember when they buried your momma under sickness
I'm saying that what you think about love might be quieter than nina's last clap back
There are all of us there and none of us present
We have all been left
Departure masquerades as dowry
Because Lands have been ripped
Your very own violin crescendo
Let this be your comfort, your companion, the toastiest quilt from the dryer, your own
It is the tallest floor of dilapidation, it is contextual
Crosswalks and sirens
A hat per day
A matching fit
A juke jive sprint and swim, a Soweto song nothing when the gin hit, and everything at the borders
A sojourner in your study, a phoenix in the contrast of your flashlight's shadow
The only language of rights
The only one is
We are all on our own and large

Here on my own it feels alone
And if you'd pray with me then I would be home
And I know that time can freeze all the memories
And so I'm letting go, and so I'm letting go