we live in plastic
fearful of water and weathering the heat of
isolation or a/c suffocation
choking
this occupied land
these are my colonialist’s words trying to form
my oppressed mind into some free illusion
but I live on time
borrowed from death
owing the air to everyone I sold
a single breath in debt I’m
surrounded by thieves sleeping
in fallen leaves underneath
the dead trees I dream of
burning cities back to fertile ashes
inoculating clouds of spores
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