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sold my soul to the light of sole'

to permeate the darkness shone

down my way.



darkness is what death was to blackness of the deep ---

& now the seep of light-shine is not as sought after to keep.



black is what the universe is to a starship's travel ---

interstellar flight thru the expanded deep of thought, forever'ized.



sole proprietor to my soul is black & solely douched in shadetree

glaze is my soul.



my soul's black rivals volcano sand beaches to crack

Africa's genetic code & finally discontinue nightmare's

reign of sleep terror.



so long as my soul is black,

the Grim Reaper's shadow shall no longer cast on humanity outta spite.



the soul of my black trivializes the fleeting nature of time to a theory that

never was,

never saw,

or never was seen again.



sold out to blackness is my soul to keep warm under the light

of Lauryn Hill's sun-dipped-in black.



my soul-so-black beautifies Detroit's archaic blight into

a metropolitan wonder of the world.



my soul-so-black even landscapes post-Katrina New Orleans into the Garden of Eden's new genesis.



black is what coarse nigga hair is to the beauty in the eye of this beholder---

thick,

untamed,

stubborn,

hard-to-convert,

but always so stylish.



my soul is black --- & blackness is my soul to keep in the deep thought in my heart forever'ized in me.