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I am Kendra,

& this is so–—

I bellow it deeply

& repeat costumes from my drawer.

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My well of emotions

is from the whole of my control—

I find it odd to label

what is not of one’s own—

Then why do I claim the words

as mine known—

when in actuality it

is from the glitches I am shown.

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I create constructions of thou,

who mightest be me,

but then complain

when that mightiest version

is my highness beyond eternity—

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For why beckon for credit

when thou art the living truth—

The waking monuments of ancient swimmers

reincarnating into youth—

& co-existing through contract:

We are the cast of Godspells,

Who signed up for the act.

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With me,

Remember:

The precious calls we received,

while waiting in the wings

for our cue to believe.

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Remember:

Our shared glances backstage,

when the director was our Father,

& our mind was the page.

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To be in agreement,

to flow,

yes,

from the bowl of healing

sounds and returning

scenes of our home.

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To be of agreement and free-will

in one—

To act from singular motive,

while also dancing for fun…