Man of Peace
A city kid born in an asphalt jungle, whose alternating currents in mind can create an oasis
at the horizons edge.
Free falling into an amber dream, breaking out of no man’s land an escape hatch to where
there are no limits from any point of view.
They call him captain karma, the mentally stoic and guiltless, whose shadow play can start
the wheel of dreams, and make everyone notice the islands in the sky.
A serpent in paradise at every speak easy, they double take with a slow burn of envy; but
as they converse with him, they hear the earth tones and smell passion flowers.
In the end, envy turns to acknowledgment as they exit with actual proof. Peace in heart and
mind.
A real man of Peace!
James C Bryant Jr.
October 11, 1994
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