Immortal Fusion (or: this Life wedded to Death )

Electric Music of the Muses ™©

“When a griot dies, it is as if a library
has burned to the ground.”
— Alex Haley

the end
is where we
begin

but
tomorrow

is
the question.

& life never shutters an eye
on the panorama
of paradox

as seen through
the rearview mirror:
conversing

with ourselves
listening to red,
black & green

drum voices still
dream, manifesting
the sound of our

own background

as soliloquies
of syncopated grace
suspended in vers libre*

transbluesent
in the tradition
of Amiri.

after/thought
comes revelations
of a quiet

revolution

echoing history’s
heartbeat in the ethos of heroes
evoking oral epitaphs

dedicated to memory
of those godsent
from the foreshadows

of Sol**. with earthtones,
we are the curators of consciousness
preservers of progress:

survivalists

in the present tense
liberating the shades
of indigenous skin

we are in, enveloped
by a sea of love greater than
the sum of its parts.

we are…

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