(A-MUSE)
THE SOUND OF MAN AMUSED...
I man peeping thine artistry... I man fixated pon thee royalty... I man dwelling in the darkest of thy levels.
You got me feeling some kind of way, jittery and flying free.
Nothing like a black queen, I blessed would kiss you in and on every crease and fold... find me in your stretch marks where I seek knowledge... Roads, rivers trails that lead to thine forest.
I peruse of thee.
If I were sculptor I would render you black and nude in all your regality.
A sight to behold in 4017 as an artist studies the simplistic-complexity that is you.
Your breath captured in stone and breathed across eons as testimony.
Museums featuring you as the prototypical and I the artist as visually blessed beyond belief.
Such a splendid thing our tale... Thousands of years and all I see is the way your melanin caresses mine mentality and inspires my intellect.
I a mad genius scribbling these hieroglyphics on a cybernetic screen.
I take a step back.
I peep the science that is thee.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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