Three Generations of Imbeciles

Chapter Twenty-One

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Now it rumbles everything.

Turtles all the way down. Turtles all the way up. Turtles all the way out. Turtles all the way in.

Did I say turtles all the way out?

Turtles expanding. Turtles contracting. Turtles shimmering in and out, between, and through each which are never really other.

All turtles containing every. All turtles within each. And there is no other.


We all shine on.


The talk. Black parents gotta have theirs. About cops. About whites. About us. About me.

For warmed is forlorn. For armed is tattooed.


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Now it rumbles everything.

Turtles all the way down. Turtles all the way up. Turtles all the way out. Turtles all the way in.

Did I say turtles all the way out?

Turtles expanding. Turtles contracting. Turtles shimmering in and out, between, and through each which are never really other.

All turtles containing every. All turtles within each. And there is no other.


We all shine on.


The talk. Black parents gotta have theirs. About cops. About whites. About us. About me.

For warmed is forlorn.

For armed is tattooed.