Jamaica. No…it is bad but, no I am not doing any effort to fill the pockets of some contractors and investors and at the same time the problem keeps persisting. You actually add to the problem continuing. Governments need to see the problem and find a solution, get the money where it’s at…stop being naive..also with #free this or that one..they don’t care, you keep paying your subscription…if this happens to me I stop my payments
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Paper
always cruelly bound
to the days of yesterday, groaning
beneath its almanac, leaning on its future
in a cramped scribble toward a destined fate
Oh, how you bear it all
creaking beneath our heels,
where trees revolve,
earth grinds,
and the sun sharpens its axis of rotation.
Or were you merely paper again,
on which all human inventions are founded?
Is that why we’re so fascinated
by trees
and the fire that devours them?
Should we not have flayed it endlessly in between,
drawn it into bleached strips?
if we get beyond
will the mirror no longer reflect
but store
what the world believed to be?
And what if
our shadows walk ahead
not behind
as if it already knows
where we will go
I believe so, we ourselves projected us from the future
Or does poetry sometimes shoot far away,
beyond the edge of reason,
just a hand’s length from the margin of my paper?
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