“circadian rhythms”

at ground zero of death,
the voice of God will sound
like an alarm clock,
waking you up from a dream.
you open your eyes
and see yourself,
not as a woman or man,
but as a spirit
who had been breathing in
an illusion.

on June 18,
the voice of God sounded
like an alarm clock
and woke us up from a nightmare.
it was the day after a massacre,
when illusion
became reality.
when darkness
was a dagger
in our hearts.

from this day forward,
the voice of God sounds
like an alarm clock
waking us up from a dream.
our eyes are now open
to the restlessness
of our souls
as we confront the
of racism.

I will not rest
until we can sleep