My identity is hidden throughout my body. In head I hold the knowledge of past and present muddied by colonial vision. eyes telling lack story scrambled unclear Mouth open deep breaths breaking though clear sky arms tingle swinging back forth as march on questionable land hand grasp meaning I before it slips through gaps these Fingers clutching onto forcing inside Afraid will slip away along with Heart racing far enough from to carry hope home heart stops beating watches that past remaining a tainted present. Legs still shocked strait sudden lurch reacting stopping its oh so neighbor Feet shaky flies into air losing all contact With ground once marched reality Present if display those able catch glimpse head eyes mouth arms hand fingers heart legs feet hope… revealed in emptiness.