February 29, 2008


By Charles Sapp II

Behold the temporal eyes
confined by the matters of the mind.
Imbued by a transcendental paradox
coefficient to the truth,
relative to pureness,
settled in stillness and
solidified in a timeless form.

A replica of the human element
with an antiquated spirit,
a relic of deciduous flesh
life of an unremitting soul.

Copious compositions assimilated from focused thought
as rendered methods of creativity.
A human touch--- reaching out
feeling for human emotion,
connected by the soles of the feet,
bound to the skin of the Earth;
slowly relinquishing the umbilical cord to our natal existence.

Primitive I speak, for I not speak for myself
and these words undulate
on deaf ears.