EPOCH POETRY NO FURTHER A MYSTERY

my eyes took your slender fingers & dreamed on them, they thinned creativity to the queen known as sheba/nefertiti deeming you royalness/producing a fetish of your respective hand……we go to meet the realization of makers figuring out who we are …knowing the best way to live, and what life is… …we have to spin by way of our seventh adventu

Within our more and more disposable lifestyle, poetry waves the flag of permanence. It musters memory from the onslaughts of ephemera.As you may see, each line prospects up into the cap, the final 1. And the last assertion relies with a reality that all Blacks know.of Black writers has at any time made use of it being a poetic strategy about nowada