• Akosua Biraa

my recurring dream







All that you touch

you Change.


I dreamed a reminder

all a lie

little dependencies

often have things wrong with them

too bad

Mars is a rock

so what is God?

without anyone

scaring them

so much

attention to guns

unarmed people

get killed.



All that you Change

Changes you.


Intelligence is ongoing

or it does nothing

just before dark

I eavesdrop

we’ll have to seed ourselves

further from this

dying place

living world

might be easier

no more or less

we are all Godseed

expensive umbilical

to Earth.



The only lasting truth

is Change.


“Dogshit!”

food smelled

just

isn’t always safe

came running, guns in hand

what the hell

impossible impromptu funeral

Luke, chapter eighteen, verses

importunate widow

demands for justice

Earthlife fulfilling its purpose

its Destiny.



God

is Change.


We are Earthseed

affluent homeless

down to the freeway

just the pain

in the darkness

filed the knowledge away

for future use

first convert

God is neither good

nor evil,

good place to avoid

people’s pain and pleasure

no guarantees anywhere

we buried our dead

and bore fruit.




This piece (including the title) is composed solely out of phrases taken randomly from Octavia E. Butler’s “Parable of the Sower”, written in 1993. I got my copy of this book in 1999—worth every penny, and it’s now one of many other books by Butler that I own. Butler’s work is always prescient, visceral and eloquent, leaving readers with many strong emotions and resonant ideas—including the notion that “God is Change”.

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