A Dedication

My introduction resists corruption and idol abduction
as these tiles are based as lines of foundation to allow the eruption
of my spirit as my telephone of art (that you have shown)
dials to your heart as I ask you to please not let these lines depart
as I call to recall and tell you about my heart that shouts
“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”
I cannot help but to open my mouth to rebuke the illusion of drought that your own blood overcame. How could I then not exclaim how I am not the same as I became your own son and changed from the works that you’ve done? Or how could I claim to know who I was until you came to remove my shame? I only understood when your voice spoke my name.

And my heart became something untamed.