9:16 pm

And everything inside me smiled,

As I watched the yard-high African-American beauty queen, 

Dancing on the edge of my bed,

Fela style,

In a Disney princess nightie,

Teasing the ceiling fan breeze,

With arms swinging lightly in a hula-styled-orisha praise to the sound of the griots,

The griots who are massaging life into the air

from Taiwanese speakers.

I am close to God,

And In perfection

watching the beauty queen possess the light spirits of happiness and wonder,

In her movements.

I am close to God,

And In perfection.

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