By the time it takes for the rushing of winds is but yet the fraction you see in light.

I am the light shining with darkness surrounding and holding tight to the being of my creation... it is you Father.

Darkness be the likeness in my melanin and worn as scarlet letter in the days marked for death... the weeding out is slow.

Ever thought that you could be more in your shell without the self knowing? Answer be giving in the distance and sharp the tongue of mocking... be not troubled.

By the time it takes the moon to recover from the trams of late night eternal entry is but a hours sight of which the sun still beats witness.

Earth is awake and alive.
© Evone GoddessLegba Payton Banks