(THERMONUCLEAR DYNAMICS)
THE SOUND OF THIS THINK...
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And this Florida sunshine makes one reflect... On creation, on our formation.
Mine first in a garden called Eden by the beast who came and corrupted our name.
Yet that tale is what we are living now and I... I want to stay in this garden where your skin shines like black gold in my mind.
Where we are lord and queen.
This Florida sunshine I wander was it brighter back then when the air was clearer.
When we the lords came through here and mingled with the natives.
Were the trees greener?
Did the water taste sweeter?
I wonder?
Fountains of youth and all that.
Springs from the well... The earth.
You giving I something to seek.
Even if I never attained it you gave me hope.
Allah is so magnificent for this gift which some have broken down to a four letter word.
The first glimpse of thee must have sent volts of current racing to every nerve ending in the first man's body.
It must have shook the very ground that they two=one formed stood on.
Angels bearing witness to the tremendous pressure.
Man and woman erupting on the scene.
This Florida sunshine got I and I reaching into the Florida air and pulling alphabetics to complete this scroll.
Oh why... Oh why was I born?
Brought to these seven hills?
This city T'allah'assee?
Standing here I look pon your form meditatively.
You so reminiscent of our beginnings in the cradle of life.
I and you born fully mature infants...
I and you ripped from the fire as carbon... Ripped from the dirt as earth.
This Florida sunshine caressing we.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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