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The root of my existence

Stems from soul planted tonight's

Tempting two days to be tomorrow night

While in the yester-morrow of tomorrow night

I dance on Saturn rings

As the reflection in the mirror of my eyes

Span galaxies and

Somewhere within this racial crisis

I found Christ racing to the top of the mountain

Eye-solating himself from the evil eye of society

As he screams

SET MY PEOPLE FREE

The earth shakes from soul-quakes

As my soul shakes from meteor metaphors

That pours from the ocean floor

Of God's soulquarium

Which waves blackness over blue clouded moons

Evaporating the bloody sweat from my Mother Earth's womb...

Raining me into existence,

But not in the form of hail

I dwell on cloud Nine

With me and ning clouds playing freeze tag

Pausing fallen stars

Causing shadow casts to cast shadows of blackness over the earth

In an attempt to penetrate light through those who are blind in soul sight

My soul is the wind's slave

This is free to hum tunes

Through the Moon's seeps and cracks

And drum beats on Atmosphere's back...

...And now my hands are tired...

So I just listen to the master wind create musiq,

Blowing through hollow logs and tree limbs,

As the clouds call us in for bed;

But in its stead,

I sat on top of the moon

And intercoursed my blackness into the blueness of the lagoon

And learned the Sun's rays by heart

It's not hard to dialog with days

Because the night is my intellect,

And I dissect

Fractions of momentary minutes

Times the minutes of Martian minute men...

Cause even I last longer in a wet dream

I named my stamina immortal

And metaphor played with the center of Saturn's rings

And let its climax spin galaxies

Now I'm so hot

The Moonlight is translated through eye sight

Of my sight

And my sight dims star lights

...For, I am a child of the Night...



Tha Prodigal One...