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The Glory of the Blues By Josephine Dixon Banks The Blues, The Voice of God crying out The umbilical cord, source of all animation The Blues is greater than the abyss The holy creator of gut feelings Somebody put God in the Blues and they started calling it The Gospel The Blues is so powerful, it's androgynous It reproduces in a single sex environment Needs no permission, has all authority Allows death to bring forth Life There is no white light Just a variation of Black opaque midnight The Blues is so bad it makes good and evil be friends The Blues is the goodness of the soul The soul must return to the Blues to be educated The Blues is so brilliant It's magnitude is called The Light The stars at night is the Blues smiling The Blues told the sun to shine Then told it where to go The Blues is enlightenment The coming out of creation to be The Created It is the image and likeness The moving on the face of the water The Blues gave blackness it's hue Life had no amber The Blues infused black bituminous essence giving life it's presence The Blues, The Blues, The Soul of the Black Whole. Copyright 1997, Josephine Dixon Banks |
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