the moon is making me restless

somewhere in my mind
i'm pacing the floor of a cage

trapped in a finite space
with too much energy
too many thoughts
and not enough dreams

or maybe there are plenty of dreams,
too many deferred.

we never answered langston's question.
not really.
if one observes the distress of black america
{particularly on mlk's boulevards}
one could come pretty close.

but i digress.

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