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By KAMAU DAÁOOD Sunbathing in My Tears i rise in the morning with angel samba sunbathing in my tears i shed my dream garment of spirit paintings i lift my voice on sails of prayer ships i reach out and touch the earth and chisel at the face of day sculpture of love, dance of the deep place fire shining i want to know the surrender of the pure singer the glistening of the platinum gut i want to melt in babies’ laughter and cleansing herbs polished in the hands of story poems tattooed on the eardrums of unborn hummingbirds i offer this as truth of magic as humble worship, as naked wisdom breath of incense, burning steel of will 82 i rise in the morning with angel samba sunbathing in my tears i s wim these rivers of asphalt light for the mind of the slave change bringer, chime maker, invisible circle chanter in pain the fruit of the heart is squeezed the nectar sweet, silk sheet of the wind kiss my face dry the salt of this day’s madness slay me with beauty resurrect me with duty awesome the ocean in my eye i rise in the morning with angel samba sunbathing in my tears wrap me in rainbows untie me with song