FACSIMILE

FACSIMILE

FACSIMILE

 I stand before the transparent obsidian invention

And behold a bemusing reflection of Divinity's molding

With kisser wide unclogged I gaze

As I chew over the magic behind  this apparition

You seem to be clothed in my likenesses

But where do you come from?

How come I can't touch you?

I try to hold you, but get pitiably suspended by  walls of glassy embargo

My far_flung selfsame, how long do we  continue to struggle in this bizarre knot?

I thank the White man for his sojourn

For without his bottle I would never tell what this sculpturing looks like

I believe this picture

Now i see why my black father traded my sister