[ A WHISP OF VISUALITY] DEDICATED TO Ingrid Dunbar. THE PHOTO IS OF HER AS WELL.
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...
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You blow my visuality to shreds when I sneak a glance at your layers... the core wherein thou resideth.
A strong wind in the emptiness of my deep space where flaps of tattered dreams swirl.
Where the steps that descend stand so steep.
Sometimes all a warrior has is an image of a queen when he confronts the enemy on the field of battle.
Memories of a kind word and a gentle brush of connectivity in a cold cold world.
All drapped out in your thickness... African allusions in babylon.
Nefertiti in profile as you invade the stratosphere of a mans planetary being.
My visuality increases in the knowing of you... the shades of your tones.
We are but parts of the whole as the universe expands and contracts on a plane of souls.
Visuality of an empress drapped in timeless splendor plays in the depths of a poets mind.
HAMZAHFARUQ
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