{A THOUSAND PIECES OF YOU LYING UNDISCOVERED CRY MY NAME}
THE MUSIC... DEDICATED TO THE EMPRESSES WHOM I LOVE WITH ALL MY HEART AND SOUL...
You jumbled and unorganized.
I sit and look a second before I pick up what I perceive to be a corner and start to build.
I looking for the next clue...
The next part of you.
A corner of your afro...
The nipple that adorns your breast.
The toes of your feet that have carried you this far.
I never tiring of my devotion to you find my forehead pressed to the ground.
The blood rushing to my thinking brain.
The blood rushing to my loins.
I so full of you that I may leave this earth as an implosion.
Collapsing in on myself.
A spot of light as I evaporate into the nether.
Blinking out of existence.
The pyramids built on the system pi pale in comparison to your magnitude.
I sitting here trying to put you back together reflect in the mirror of your image.
It straining to be found as I sift through the cut up pile of what could have been refuse...
Simply translated as trash which is what they would have made of you.
It was only when I saw you that the pieces made sense.
I trying to put you together again.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
