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Shadowboxing | A Poem by Jeremiah Castelo

My shoulders are well oiled axles, my fists are cannon balls I am an uncompromised, uninhibited, and unchallenged fresh breath of boldness I am the statue of fastholding, chiseled down from black diamond by the strong hand of craftsmanship I am chaos’s more stable second cousin, and favored uncle to the prodigals, the proliferates, the princes, and the prodigies I am the lion’s heart beat, the war drum’s sporadic syncopation I am the wolf pack’s collective sixth and seventh senses, keen on the scent of blood, fear, and impending annihilation I will not sway to the breath of your voice nor will I stagger at the wind your weather weaves Advance upon me and find yourself hard pressed against calloused intolerance, behind which is a wall, and behind that wall, an army I pray you combust into flames and feathers at once should my name birth from your lips I pray my night guardsmen have eyes of eagles, and my trumpeteers have breaths of behemoths should you ever encroach upon my camp at dreaming hour I promise to empress upon you pressure, of a nature that spawns pearls, magma, and passionate revolution But the only revolution that will come of […]

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