— EVERYTHiNG iS DiFFERENT MY DARLiNGS
The elusive border of Turtle Island’s wild Covington in the cleave of Kentucky’s Appalachia sprawls an uncontainable city limit; this is where i am from. A Resident of Earth knowing no other womb or vigilant village other than the cradle of our human mother, this cauldron and hearth stirred by Creator, spices poured steps at the foot of terrestrial wood and oblivion.
This body of mine, a vessel, another passing ship I’ve owned, takes up the task of our ancestors to Denver, Colorado, to Seattle, to Chicago and a cross beyond the Pacific Northwest’s edges to lick Vancouver, BC in the face— We Walk in Search.
Done again and becoming envoy, protector, a doula among soft nature discovering violence and humanity fresh and stale among inhabitants and blood. No longer working a body, but the land rematriated by stories of our people liberated by a collected hymn of fervent survivors chanting in variance to a multitude of god’s divine and ill, celebrating the hours.
Straddling the windowsill above Pike Street, blowing carnassial smoke through a bearing of curved and smiling teeth breathing oak and and black sap—
i leave these incantations— books of mantras, bread, lessons, prayers, and eternal beings caught with a plasma of heavy light in the wake of a burning planet short of sacred water and ancient tears. A harvest of dance, cross-stepped in numbers torn into the dirt beside and toe-to-toe with the mountain and fox scooping at the soil for juice.
My name is Samuel T. Phillips, and i am a writer from Covington Kentucky— Unpublished
2012 TedX Cincinnati Speaker • TAKE UP THE TASK
SAMUEL T. PHiLLiPS 
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