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Sunday, March 24, 2019

(BLACK IDEOLOGICAL)

In darkness I am found... Even on the brightest of days I am found wandering in pitch blackness.
Such solitude in these halls where silence is my solid friend.
My voice an echo bouncing back... Again and again.
No bounds and I a man soar to the outer boundaries of I a man existence.
Suspended transitional in my transcendence.
Sparks of darkness in the darkest of dark... Zen in the yang where the inky air reverberates and resonates.
Triple stages where so many reside unawares... Sheep standing crowded in one corner, wolf standing in the other.
Dinner.
They who would defend these things... Vultures perched in bare trees...
World in turmoil... Man in blindness roams.
Lost in the darkest of the dark.
Where eye, am found.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

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