Thy eyes as the guide and I am swept into the void.
I am become as ether and I am absorbed.
Would that I could describe thine profound effect on the depth of mine scribe... Mine ascension from the triple stages where I beast roamed looking for victims.
Taking of the fruit... Dropping seed.
The mists swirling as my appearance was made known to all I encountered.
In mine memories where I an egg in an ancestors womb was African.
An embryo in stasis waiting to be born to die.
That is where thy light was a guide... A fire burning in the krall as knowledge was divulged to a young warriors ears.
In my memories I hear mine peoples screams and smell the blood as it cries from the soil... From the Atlantic ocean floor.
A slave somewhere in Georgia as I a slave work for free.
Stand in the field and feel the breeze as it washes over mine sun darkened skin.
Thy shine... Thy shine, and I present see the same mentality... Slave... Free.
You a most poignant reminder.
Thou queen...
Thou empress created in Allah's lab are the pinpoint of brilliance sparked in I and I as I here reside.
The atypical origination of mine philosophy.
I who have never died even though I buried have turned to dust.
Thine eyes...
They shine...
They shine.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
