RESISTANCE

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I am an orphan 

a child without a home 

precisely between the time the sun visits

the deep hole dug within the rotation

let's hug before the explosion 

hurry, let's bury a gun 

I will wear white 

prepared for a conversation with the sacred

hang onto love 

hold hands

hands that don't match 

but they fit perfectly

fingers of the same father

Abraham