[FEED ME]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
As unto fruit must I relate thee...
Succulent and hanging from an ancient tree where knowledge is acquired...
A peak through the bushes and a reach through the leaves where the petal has become the basis of formation.
A bite and thy juice as it trickles down my throat rejuvenates me...
So sticky and sweet that I lick it from mine lips and feel it in my tangled beard...
Nectar that serves to make me invincible... Able to stand strong in the face of opposition... Eases the pain of all these things that I have witnessed...
Reminds me of who I am and once was... Who I need to be.
All these things born of thine exposure to the rays of the beating sun...
The pull of lunar cycles and the changing of seasons as thee transform from blossom to root then tree...
The basis of mans existence...As unto fruit do I relate thee.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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