(THE CURTAINS RISE ON ACT ONE)
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ACT...
Beautiful Piano Beat / Instrumental [2012]: http://youtu.be/sxKtqF00dog
The setting: a sidewalk somewhere in Amerikka.
His heart an open wound cries the red blood of her name as it leaks to thirsty ground.
He lying wounded grievously is only a moment from death, for he without her pumping hydraulic through his system cannot rise.
Vultures circle his dying form as it lies in the light of finally overstanding how essential she is to he.
The patterns of life forming pictures of what they should be on the screen of his psyche.
An angel leading him to the edge of the stage right.
He takes his leave as the crowd screams his name.
Such a performance having never been seen by they.
So many awakened souls calling him back.
He enters again stage right and takes his bow.
Explaining the things that he witnessed as he breathed his last breath and hovered above his prone form.
He is now star, this son born of man.
This sun born of woman.
Hydrogen in his form...
He bows again deeply.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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