Drinking off-kilter drums through the concrete ceiling

                                                             Obstructing Every

                                  (When). Blaring,         can barely receive

ownership

              of my senses

And bit by bob by screw undone into incineration 
Silver seasoned flesh wraps a primeval newborn

             with a glitch metastasising, strings of muscle

             Bound to muted labour,

The song of self:

A concession endemic to rare dreams of freedom, a lullaby incarcerated

Wilting in the sunlessness of becoming
Ingrown modernity         a wiry flightlessness

Redirecting

             the         straits of         my expanse overriding

Ancestral stillness                  with the very immigrant

                                  need

to reach the colossal pulse

             that leaves holes in you. Dead or alive.

Another construction site,

Impeding on an ancient archive 
             Internal
I was threads of motherlands

Eye in the needles

Before

I am forgetful

Now

Of the words I was not bathed in

Recognising their kinship         through an immemorial blink

             I know this is resurrected because I must unhinge

My jaw to fit the         earth of it in my mouth