…..marble floors and ten feet tall golden doors, too much room to explore, taught the science of your highness, kindness brings compliance, a piece of wisdom proved to be triumphant, just another jewel given to rule, so you don’t have to duel. Father’s baritone voice reads the Bible, as a cool summer breeze help transform the lessons to blessings, and future confessions to a peace of mind that will be all mines, sublime and will never be lost to time. Classic jazz fills the background, although faint, at least one can think, and into the room I sink. Mother wakes me to a friendly chess game, to test my aim and my game, it better not be the same. The presence of god can’t hide, and no one died, for we are always tied to the Elohim, we’re apart of the endless seam that keep Muslims on their deen, and Christians connected to the unseen, it’s much more then a dream it would seem. Love was in every room, even the tomb lack doom and gloom. Pharaoh’s house is inter-dimensional, it’s view is a double exposure of now and past events; hence, the lessons is dense, from whence I gather my sense. In an instant I remember my past, resting face in hands, looking down at my sandals my life is absent of scandals, so my mind never rambles, I believe I have a handle.