I remember the soft touch of a woman yet it seems so foreign to me...

[THE BEAT]
THE BEAT FOR THIS BEAT... BETTA LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/6b8bJ1Y1NqI

As these rhythms pound off in the dimensions of my mind and fill the spaces in between, where the livid thoughts reside and manifest...
Dancing and cavorting in syncopated chaos around the village fire.
As the shadows play off the walls and grow larger and larger taking on lives of their own.
The beast in the darkness, light reflecting off his refractory lenses...
He so hungry.
The tribe dances as the sounds echo into the neurons and synapses...
The doctor enters and starts to step... The dust seems to become apart of who he is...
Lion and man.
Give I back I witchdoctor.
He merging with the stars and becoming solar.
We children of the sun...
The village enchanted falls in line and the power is felt universally as aliens in other systems feel the vibe...
Come alive...
Come alive.
We the chosen having been demonized and vilified in these sordid times.
Living on planes where all we are is food for the beast who waits for the fire to die...
Pacing at the edge of light.
In hindsight...
These rhythms pound in my head.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY