The present was an egg laid by the past that had the future inside its shell.
Night came walking through Egypt swishing her black dress.
I note that the Africa loves to depict the grace of reptiles.
She had an inside and an outside now and suddenly she knew how not to mix them.
No hour is ever eternity, but it has its right to weep.
So the brother in black offers to these United States the source of courage that endures, and laughter.