Written: July/10/2025

I walk in loneliness, the song of my brothers;
like I'm moving in quicksand to get to my camaro.
Over my head throughout my days here in New Mexico
feels like a gigantic black thumb pressed down by a black god.

The chicken and greens dinner couldn't go down.
I was disgusted and stressed with this new dead city;
living destitute, got up and went to bed
hoping that this prison sentence will one day end.

I laid my hand down on her shoulder:
She tried consulting me minutes before but
only prayer alleviated the demonic presence then
I got my relief and went back to a stable mind.

The smell of holy chrysanthemum did this prayer effectively.
My love & I became one again, as James Ch:5 Vs:16 shows,
the dead of night wasn't so dark and I can't thank myself. The
Holy Ghost works with His against the gates that will not prevail.