I am not my State.

I am not my State.

skin-state porous, mindscape particulate

lost and [con]fused in this crowd

looking at the ground when they shout against.

Faces are open to the gaze of kindness; are crushed by the weight of

fear and old instincts.

We face a stony desert, I am taken apart

by the killing, my grief is an ocean that knows no coastline.