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Untitled #34
in the past, I was free-minded; humanistic tricks
prompted me to partake in actions that my Queen
would consider sick; I never thought about turning
around like some clown, bound to stare into that other
world named saint elsewhere; my tank wasn�t full,
though, because I thought too long about that other
hoe; I thought, to walk beside her was no different, but
my vision was faulty�and I didn�t know it; it was ironic;
rather than maintaining a chocolate high like some
African chronic, there I tasted a tonic that sent me sailing
like some suspect into guilt due to spoiled milk; I obliged
far too long after reality crossed my eyes; I was nude in
never-never land; there was no light; even the sand was
white, and�despite my vision performing better in the
night, I still thought I might;
there came an eruption in eternity; beneath me, the
world was shaken and my soul was taken; I felt gutted
and reconstructed like niggas pulling capers with brown
papers; lost I was, but it was better later; the embrace
was natural and my Queen saved me before the last despite
what she saw move past; I was forgiven after I changed my
thoughts of some yellow drink and blond hair; my despair
was detonated; I found home after the ledge I know was full
blown; there�s no sigh; relief came before my eyes like a
womb releasing hot steel, but I still was not afraid to die�
why?
well,
a quarter of a century after birth�
my heaven gave me Earth�
Copyright � 2001
