SIDEWALK CRACKS
I walk these city streets
seeking truth^
{LOOK UP}
at the ma-jes-tik_ ark-i-tek-shure_
it feels bigger than G_d^
still_ the closest thing I* found
to truth lies among
the butts_ & within
the dirty sidewalk cracks^
^
HONESTER
HONESTER
machine < man^
truth > lies^
G_d is/isn* even
existing in this
Cis-Stem^
the POET wrestles
with these things
& is honester
for it^
^