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America,
unwilling to whitewash history,
I repudiate my white privilege
and beseech your forgiveness
for my white guy's inherited sin
of originating
and being almost the sole perpetrator
of genocide, slavery, war
and all those toxic masculine isms:
racism, imperialism, colonialism, sexism, despotism,…
So then, dear Lord,
in my next iteration
might I be recast
as an immaculate
minority
American woman
(Latina, Asian, Black, or…,)
so I can go
and sin
no more.

cunningly created in starless cyberspace
tauntingly extruded in extensionless acreage
orbits echo with an interstellar stutter
staggering towards galaxies grotesque

constructed as da capo arias
a world awaiting the forlorn return
of the primary theme before it plunges
into inevitable interminable recitative

put together as putative hypotheses
building theses propounded on postulates
fluctuating with each fresh theory
banking on the big bang bursting

beyond yonder blackest hole
hope hurtling forever heartfelt