Transmission
By Yusuf Misdaq
High chime,
Aquiline
Slice thru the time
Slide thru the pines
I’m one with the mind
Golden sun thuds onto dead concrete
Everyone walks upon a golden street
The empire buildings either side of us are our wings
Each tiny brick of them would fit in the palm of our hand
Here we stand with the spirit of God within us
Awaiting the reality of this self-awareness
To catch up with us in the years before
We fade away
February 29th, 2020. Manhattan, New York.