brickhouse sunrise from ghetto grimoire by ayodele nzinga

open the curtains in the brickhouse
let the light spill in
peeling back the dark
illuminating broken things
scattered like litter
on the side of life
the broken dolls
the games that glitch
the only for this side of town bag of mismatched chances
a keyboard with missing keys
a greasy box of half sentences missing verbs
near a pile of half lives
lived in shadows
waiting for something that may never come
straining
to hear music
that may never be played
knowing things are missing
knowing
things are missing
but not able to name them
empty hands
reaching
restless after stagnation
pressed down and unstable
dawn breaks
sun rises

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