THE SOUND...
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The first time I encountered the alphabet I breathed it in deep and formed word, thought and manifested matter.
As the characters revolved around my dome and caused thunderstorms in my synapses I stood physical and began to read.
The roar of my voice preached recognition of things that had occurred in ancient times and I knew...
Of these things I knew.
My ancestors speaking from yellowed pages told me of my greatness and my folly...
Of our enslavement and I expanding became the threat...
A living, thinking cognizant being.
My thoughts my own for the word in me was strong...
Jerald the force.
I the arrow in flight a second before it shatters the eagles heart.
Before he tangled and bloodied feathers streaks to the ground and lies still and silent.
My metaphors ringing true.
The letters turned to corpuscles of blood which race through my veins and beat my throbbing heart...
Feed my brain and fuel my pineal.
I the sound of sweet music softly played by orchestra...
The drop of bass in a car trunk.
The patter of rain and the roar of the ocean in a category 5 hurricane...
The still rock and the crashing boulder tearing down trees as it falls down the mountainside.
I am these letters, this alphabet and in that form shall I live forever.
The story waiting to be read.
I am the great I am spoken of in hushed tones as my people cringed in fear...
Masked riders taking their lives.
A cross burning on a hillside.
The system looking the other way as sociopath's granted other sociopath's their way....
Killing, raping and destroying in the name of manifest destiny.
In these words I am power.
In these words I am life.
In these words...
I express my undefeatability.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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