30:30 2013 - 26

Iman Shumpert's Fade

Yes dark matter. Yes blackout

cake. Autologous streimel, dip

and daven from fifteen feet. 

A house parted against itself

cannot dance, but you trade

handshakes with with new jacks

just like you practiced. All

around you, bands and polish,

built like the Garden in 

the square. A man who's his own

plateau surveys the level

field. God flips down the shades

hinged on his round-rims

and admires it with a hum.

O bless this different world

you come from.