Charmz /// Tribe

 Somewhere, we are already finished.

Someplace, we are the tale told 

upon tongue, a mouth turned faucet spilling ourselves onto awaiting drum

But in this moment

We are all pages... 

Returning, 

Travelling back from bindings 

Unshelving our chapters

Folded top creases 

Marking our favourite pieces of one another 

My Brother, My Lover, my Sister Soul 

Saddle stitching 

Deftly Picking through orations of I , my tribe, are a Literary lineage of love lines,

A community of calligraphy crafting purpose from ancestral pathways praying our paragraphs keep us close enough to the light our ascendants will look to in season of learning, our reason for serving.

Backs hardened with the weight of words but our works are eternal, and our spirits connect a collection of text that mean we are all parts of the same universal genesis, meeting at the precipice of language and lore

Grateful for lifetimes & laugh lines

And the riches of a love worth writing for. 

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