| The Language of Saxophones prana moving through time signatures
bop blown through a wormhole
aimed at the earlobe of God
pondered DNA in saxophone solos
rising over the hills of the lips
whirling wonder
articulating the language of bruises and bliss
in urban lit fires of spirits
places and spaces of being
if you been there
you know there
matrimony of head and heart
child conceived beyond reason
entwined with the moment
revelation and swearing
staring at the core of sound
undressing
the blues man
closes his eyes to sing
cotton balls and chains
bibles and juke joints
slurring the edge of english
where speech collides with guinea
vocal chords plaited like
nooses knots and braided whips
rise from the throat
remembrance of cruel tattoos
collected oratories of solitude
sometimes the eyes become the ears
sometimes the hands sing of galaxies
pure music of sign language
a new star
born in the mouth
stinging the ears with glory
holy ghost
spun from a tongue
sweeter than the grapes
on the frontline
sacred act
to vibrate the air
and shape meaning
write on the wind
with reverence
the will of a mind
seasoned in the wanderings of silence
a language
common as the song of water
truth is
some of us live hard
understand the nuances in a moan
know when the saliva is about to boil
know when glass is about to break
understand
the thread of the wind
the treasures buried in smiles
pure laughter of rain
or how thoughts harden
into things seen and touched
to have experienced the malignance of hatred
constructed as house or world
to have been to the center of pain
and given a speech on tolerance
drape these notes
in history
save its shadows for remembrance
etched in the petals of illuminations
fragrant as a pillow of answered yearnings
no longer shackled by traditions or tribe
fearful of change or difference
free of the gangs we have joined
chanting
in the language of saxophones
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*prana, the breath of life, the vital force
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