THE 2-MINUTE RULE FOR EPOCH POETRY

Within our ever more disposable tradition, poetry waves the flag of permanence. It musters memory from the onslaughts of ephemera.if tomorrow’s black poetry won't Reveal exactly what is but BE it then pens will be electric powered with experience igniting as well as the paper shall develop into the poet and the poets shall be earth-clouds… –R

Black is the colour of my small brother’s head, the grey streaks in my mother’s hair. Black is the color of my yellow cousin’s smile, the scards on my neighbor’s wrinkled face…if tomorrow’s black poetry is not going to EXPLAIN what's but BE it then pens will probably be electric with emotion igniting plus the paper shall come to be the