| Articulate, hard, brilliant, you hurled word upon word
 from your fevered loom
 till magic happened
 and the world to which I could not relate
 became my birthright -
 fire hot and precious priceless
 in my hands.
 You were the philosopher/poetso truly yourself
 that you left me behind
 reaching for the philosopher/poet in me.
 You were the urban shamanwhose midnight radio voice
 held me in trance
 as you wove shockingly uncomfortable word shawls
 for me to wear.
 For two decades now,I have traveled to places you had known and foraged.
 I find your traces and they reassure me.
 I carry you with me,Allen Ginsberg.
 You are the ancestor
 whose very face challenges me
 to stand in righteous relation to life as lover;
 to speak long and loud and true;
 and to leave noticeable echoes.
 
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