(OF LOVE LIFE AND THE BLINDING LIGHT)
THE SOUND... IF YOU AIN'T LISTENING YOU AIN'T GETTING THE WHOLE PICTURE...
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One day a man awoke, he had been asleep for so long, years in fact.
Even though he walked and talked during these years it mattered not.
He moved in slumber.
The horrible effect of not knowing love had put a veil over his eyes.
It had cast him into a place so dark that it suspended his animation, frozen him as his shell continued to hurtle through the masses of humanity he encountered on his journey.
Love, and it's light filtered through the brown of his irises, as it fleeting rubbed against the surface of his ship.
A capsule slicing through the depths of his inner spaces.
He so lonesome a stranger in the midst of so much activity.
He secretly wondering how so many found love, he dreaming of it in his fantasies.
In the throes of REM, the most fervent time when his eyelids fluttered frantically.
Love and he cried out, nightmares and visions as he alone ran down halls where the walls closed in.
Became his trap.
Love and he became wary of it as he wandered, eyes open yet closed.
The doors of his ship tightly closed, no admittance, always a wary eye.
One day upon entering a solar system he was awakened by love, it gently stroking him as it lifted the veil from his eyes, kissed his cheek.
Love informed him that he was at the last stage of his travels, that he must try again.
He brave felt fear, he strong felt weak.
He questioned love... "How?"
Love looked him in his eyes and said "Stand."
He swung his feet to the floor as love fading blew him a kiss, it a hologram.
He opened the door of his vessel, light pouring in welcomed him.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
