In Fugue Woke States of In-Between
It was really an asylum
They forced us to say
what getting out means,
well tell them, we gonna set
boundaries. Anotha speak
for protection circles, a kinda
speak for we set boundaries to
break others. In the shadow of the
street lights that never go out –
280 Collins Street, in Mama’s lap, in
wherever all things gone missing be –
it wasn’t about any of these places, but
how well you be walking backwards counting
all the things between wake, fugue, and
woke, how well you be multilingual
in signs, fluent in breaking silences,
gain mastery in transmutation, most
important, can you be trickster incarnate?
The mirror reflecting what the world thinks it sees?
