In the beginning was this surface. A wall. A beginning. Tonight it coaxed music from a Harlem cloudbank. It freestyled A smoke from a stranger’s coat. It stole thinned gin. It was at the edge of its beginnings but outside Looking in. The lapse-blue facade of Harlem Hospital is weatherstill Like a starlit lake in the midst of Lenox Avenue. Tonight I touched the tattooed skin of the building I was born in And because tonight is curing the beginning let me through. And everywhere was blurring halogen. Love the place that welcomed you.
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