How can a body refuse reliving a last great moment of certainty?

I can resist the violence of colonial ideology

but the weight of memory

is another matter.
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your cheeks flush with heat rising toward the sun

so close to God – you tilt at the precipice

of far-right righteous heights 
          you despise me
my body chills and resists conversations in echo-chambers

and the reverberating hollow spin

of dangerous ideas 
I shoot from the hip and absorb the sting

expose all your fallout conditions that officiate

your unconditional love 
our foundations crack wide-open

blindsided and no longer so sure-footed

I free-fall into chasms and unfamiliar terrain
          enough now – enough!
my line drawn in the sand is bold-font for this particular landslide

a terra-firma erosion to fine-dust

that settles everything 
this is a grief story now

I inhale the decay and stifle the choke

the abject that is hate that is heartache that is love
          and I love you – but how

                    do I love you now?
the crush of small epic moments etched deep

absorb future memory as re-memory

of bodies forever on the frontline

to affirm and transcend

and fiercely defend

our flag-flying right

to be human.