(PHASES OF THE SON)
THE SOUND OF REALIZATION...
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Liquid molecular suspended in morning air as the day begins...
Pinpoints of light in the haze as metallic chariots emerge and pass by.
Pinpoints of light in the haze as metallic chariots emerge and pass by.
Man and water occupying the same area, mist swirling as man walks.
If only man nuclear recognized his true potential.
His true purpose... The air sighs in the leaves.
(Birth)
Newly emerged he
Once sentiant now modernized
Prophecy fullfilled
Sun beating down pon his head as drops of sweat cool his skin.
Salty h20 draining from his very pores from his very pores.
Would that he could recognize his oneness.
Stainless steel and glass glinting in prismatic tones.
The wind groans.
(MIDDLE AGE)
A boy he once was
Now man he reflects inward
Deepest of darkest.
Pineal light explosions, neurons and grey matter reforms.
He is the wind, the ant, the bee.
He is a new beginning, a savage end.
The rain melting down his melanin saturated skin.
Confusion to the unrealized, peace a sword in his art.
He crying out in the pain of seeing innocents die.
(THE END)
Wisdom the worst friend
Grey hairs in his beard testify
Death calls his true name
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
