{SWIRLED AND TWIRLED}
Such a lovely day for some, so horrendous for others.
There are lessons to be learned in these things.
Laughter and tears. Immersed here I man think of thee.
Gently descending pon I man like rain, so softly doth thou patter pon I man, seen?
I man riding pon sun rays falling to thee woman earth, seen?
All these things pon I man brain.
Love, hate, hunger, pain so many levels and degrees, I man standing square at the cornerstone, seen?
Thee woman reposed in relief, such a delicately formed thing.
Flower blooming from city concrete, resplendently radient in thy formation seem to be sent to save I man from insanity, seen.
So many things pressing I man down, trials and tribulations, juries of somebody else's peers.
I man screaming at the well of all souls where dark things indeed exist.
Night falls and here I man remain.
I have need of thee.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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