My Forefathers...
I stand in a blind spot...
A place where perception,
truth and reality part ways...
Where belief and disbelief
coexist as partners
and require no justification.
I exist in a dangerous state,
emotionally hungry...
and feeling my mortality
deep in my bones...
I hear the voice of my
first Father...singing
of lust...and of blood
I hear the primeval blues
as murmurings in the dark
hear the rhythms of...
beaten chest, log,
drum, and heartbeat...
hear the hoots and hollas
across millennia
as the Sun God brings
hope and the promise
of the new day.
2007 (C) jgray44
(all rights reserved)
Untitled...Ten
