That old man creeping by, grinning a toothless grin could be a warrior from Kenya.
Beaded and handlin a spear, yeah that’s what I see.
And that youngin with da miniskirt probably a princess from Mufaro’s beautiful daughters.
See, to see beyond the broken package to see the soul is so so solar
Sonar tapping into, to the hidden sound
A breezing of the breathe and beat of beauty
In the most unusual places: I find.
Your body is a castle, cuz a king or queen lives there.
Bump that beat, blaze those lines, real rhythm in real time.
Where color lives broad as an ocean.
Catlike the woman Batman was once holding.
funk-the best slice of the pie.
diapers getting changed broad daylight in da backseat.
peep the actuality in reality.
float on, floaters.
roll on, rollers.
and keep Creator in your acknowledgements.
Beyond, to Infinity and Beyond.
keep that bond forevermore
ugly ducks turn to swans and eggheads that sit up tall slide off the wall
so know it aint long til you’ll have that place up