gathering pe[a]ces.

Mother Earth orgasmed
and i spilled forth
from between Her thighs

She gave me a third eye
and so i walk to afrikan-beats
from volume seven the fifty-fifth track
telepathizing grooves from way back
when love had no limitations
and before not-enough-time married multiplication

each morning i cry
every night i die
baptized in the fire
my loins bleed desire
inscribing thoughts on Her papyrus
not questioning why
but recognizing that i must
reveal secrets at the speed of rhyme
philosophizing a vision of divine design
reaching far beyond the corners of man's box
walking through Spirit Mother's door…no locks

She takes my hand and
we stroll through Her garden
i dig my toes into the grass
and smile

i am home

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