(FLUSTERED)
And here I sit thinking of you and you, whew, you blow my mind.
Our meeting resonating into a man's deepest Chambers.
Echoes across his annals of time.
Man in third person, looking out and reflecting in.
Like a whiff of feminine to nostril, one left, one right, straight woman drains spreading wings pon a man's brain.
That shit that makes some a dese men go straight insane, gotta say it street cause.
Reality.
Got me thinking of ancient time and distant futures, universal travelers speaking of true love.
Pineal connections and skeletal vibrations emanating from vibrant cores.
Rebirth and resurrections as tales are spread on new worlds of who we were.
Cultures born.
And here I sit.
Damn!
Contemplating you.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
