We could start over, Kurnst, forget all the rest.

The three of us, together.

That’s what I miss.

Whatever you’ve done, it don’t matter.

All that matter we together.

Yeah.

Come back with me.

Kurnst(B)
(after a pause)

On my way.

When you doing your things for sure you care, how people gon’ take you; chasing parameters set forth . Cut up your music feeling this history, redefining. How that gon’ be when asses ain’t shaking? Who gon’ understand? Jet magazine? Gon’ deconstruct you? You gotta straddle worlds, is what it is, yearning context and ain’t none you gon’ care for you want to be taken really, digested, some money ain’t minstrel and plain. How you gon’ be everyman? You every black man.

Kurnst

Piss you off story all fucked but in the end all of a sudden everything wonderful. Still fucked but everybody, you know, good, despite all.

Yeah, but there ain’t nothing really and all of a sudden from nowhere some enlightenment shit how good things be.

And so? They end beautifully, they always do.

Then how you believe them?

You have to want to, first.

I want to.

Then you just do.

Kurnst

Come this way, lose interest, hate a lot of people and myself. Be, a way. How? Forty different directions, fuck a lot of things, go harder, softer, can’t get this thing like I had it, all fucked and there is nobody who, nobody who, there is nobody who, and really—no desire. (pause) You. Love you. Await—you. Pause. A lot of people and myself. Can’t stand myself. This why I run. (pause) “Hast seen this—black vesper’s pageants.”

Re-set, rebirth.
Resurrect my love, my reservations.
When I saw roses, everywhere, gleaming
Was my end, my beauty, tiptoeing away, dancing,
laughing.
To be my beginning.