from … with …

something trained and unexplained
had slipped into the space

something aged and bitter-raged
had taken on the case

some small seed, nurtured in hell

we’ve told the story well

and then we asked a question
and came the thought what if
how can i came to join the dance
and then we found the gift
and then
we found
the gift

i am i said
the universe agreed
and formed a mustard seed
and formed
a mustard seed

13. December 2011 by sojourner hardeman
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