in recognition of Prince
trying to find a musical representation
of me for a love recently lost, but with
whom the interaction is nevertheless
cordial, for a letter I was writing him,
cordially, and which I would sign me,
meant to cause you any trouble, I never
meant to cause you any pain, perfect, I
thought, I only want to see you laughing
in the purple rain
how else can one love
I remembered that Prince was a hero,
an angel, a prophet, an epiphany of the
late Twentieth Century, some voices are
indelible, incandescent, illuminating,
avatars of love
note the pace of Pink Floyd, the
hypnotic, messianic even, tempo,
note the elements of the prophet
Richard