to barcelona by Pedro Ricardo

for inward insurgency
for fatma's quietude
libations. to inhale is itself
an uprising or a watercolour worthy of tribute
the air inside you moves like blue in a vacuum still
blue as in the nile and its black atlantis
blue as in a melody that lifts and drops all at once
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for inner voices that collude and collide
like marbles
blue and black and blue in the throat
libations. the tips of your toes
press scrambled signs and coded messages
soft and fleeting in the Earth
someone
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someone has to tell Her that the revolution has begun
for not even the boys on the square can shout loud enough
to share the manifesto with the Moon
so it falls on you to send signals
through fingers folding and unfolding
it may be better that they do not hear you working
let these unassuming chords sing your war chant instead

By Pedro Ricardo and Basma O.G

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