this is dedicated to the one to the one ness, to the all to the all us, to the creation and catapulting seed to the beginning and brilliant continuance to the suffering and feeling and crossings in the dark to the watertorture, the shocking endless a pain and conflict we endured we endured in these last days and times before Black rebeginnings to the oh to the ah to the to the ancestors and the ancients to the peace eye calm sensual to the war eye shining serious to the love eye crystal clear on us selves the righteous sightings of ex slaves surging self-consciously into sunlit sovereignty to the eye and to the ear and the sounds, the sounds we music mighty rhythm thumping keeping us moving together, all us on the one to the love, the tremble, the current, the connection and Black blessings of ebony womb man flesh to the saving and sending of something else west this is dedicated to the hook up and hipness of new afrikan space aspirations to Black people to Black, to people to a Black a people to the on time thought and taste that we are really one, really, really, really all one to those who read this poem and wonder on this planet and want for this truth touch in time vector now to all the things we are we ain’t and hey, yes, ought to be this is very humbly dedicated to the one one love one heart one people one struggle this is dedicated to all our triune wholeness to those a been here to those a here now and most certainly to those a yet to arise and get get hopefully more than we way more than we got more than we are getting this is dedicated to your momma and my mama and all the soft screaming and pleasure pain it took to get and keep us here don’t hurt our space don’t hurt don’t hurt our space be beautiful keepers of the sun be beautiful, keep the sun, keep us, love be husbands to life be break away from zoo madness, plastic and petroleum food and sexual molesters of life don’t hurt, don’t throw, no don’t please don’t throw this our love away this is dedicated to your old man and my old man and all the weird walks we and they took and had to take still walking, still taking some shit somewhere, ready for the new music, and can play it yeah, can play it, will play it, just need some instruments this is dedicated to the only one something that means much to the highest flesh order in the universe to the abruptly interrupted but will be continued golden social age of small circle get togethers and ancient communal societies updated to the knowledge that though there will never be another you, we are going to make it to the climb to the getting up when we fall or temporarily fail to the return to the endless search to always make and leave life better and more beautiful than when we arrived to the one, again it must be said, to the one, there is no other higher order to the one we are to the one we all are to the one this is dedicated to the one i to the one to the one i and i to the one this is dedicated to my people the one i love —kalamu ya salaam