[I AND I A GONE]
You ignore me cause you think I'm gone.
Grass growing beneath your feet and I exist.
I and I universally, cosmic, ad infinitum and all that.
I and I complete having gone into the ether, I and I become.
Tears long gone, you crying over bones.
Your existence one of many as I roam translucent across space and time continuums.
I existing spatially, traveler traversing time.
I having been will always be, seen?
I having never lived religiously, my spirituality speaks for me.
Sometimes warrior, sometimes thief, sometimes something that you wouldn't want to see.
My physical having been laid down in the cold hard ground.
Such are things as given to me as I and I walked these asphalt and concrete streets, as I walking looked up into the trees.
A sweet spring breeze...
I am gone.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
