smoke gathers and lingers fingers flick ashes inbetween jokes,
He's stoked, as the white boys say, referring to my lyrics as ruins found under Pompeii
Sun-Rah, I am the lightrays, the parchment paper crossfader
I absorb the word
Third Eyesight, I give flight to Caged Birds,
Live televised version
of the revolution
Of a 10,000 year old urgent message left
sealed in the middle of a puzzled cached riddle
Before Rasputin,
Before the Christ,
Before the original Hebrew heist,
Before Issac Newton and Galileo
Before Socrates and Plato
I existed before the existence of Man.

Who am I?

The answer is





I AM.
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"With peace and love in my lungs,
I hold my breath until the Poet returns."

--Boxcarboys