(FIRSTBORN REFLECTIONS OF THE PROTOTYPICAL)
She fell from the sky in super slow motion.
Her every move defined, a tad bit refined, so delicate her descent.
I man rush to the place where she makes contact.
Slightly taken aback by her form I gasp.
I hear the voice of the Universal All as it speaks. It's voice that of man yet something else.
She opens her eyes and I, yeah I am lost.
I see the cosmos spinning in the depths.
Darkness, nay light.
I speak and she has the other tones in the Universal's.
My heart rejoices for there is none as unto she.
I so lonely in such a magnificent place.
She moves and I notice her intricacies.
She reflects the doe, the flower, the water.
She is splendiferous.
My, my.
I take her hand.
Come let me show you.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
