Jumping of my bones
From the sands I left behind,
From the seconds
Cloaked in dusty spells
I swear I could define.
Rite by write,
I took the letters
that fell into my head…
… and formed them into future
… treads (don’t).
spread the enculturation like butter [a dive into music, culture, & spirituality]
THE POLITICS OF KENDRA 