(YOUR VISAGE IN MY FIELD OF VISION)
THE MUSIC FOR THIS MINDSTORM...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kixemV-Fjiw&feature=youtube_gdata_player
I have seen you ethereal in my pineal...
A future queen.
Your visage the one that hath kept me alive in the crushing despair of the projects...
The rough and tough of the street corners.
The aching longing of roaming alone as the world has revolved and rotated on its axis.
Day after day... Year after year...
I a stranger in an even stranger land looking at the stars at a planet in the system where Serius B rotates around my real home.
I alone as my heart threatens to explode like cannons on the African seashore before the missionaries and slave traders came aground.
It radiating light like the Egyptian sun as Greek philosophers stole our knowledge and took it home as theirs.
Cannons of Napoleon blasting at pyramid sites.
I have sought you across these great spans of time as these things mentioned have transpired... I but a cog in a vast machine started as a man placed on a Tanzanian plain became the prototypical.
His mate the other half of he.
I have seen you ethereal as my pineal has grown deep.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
