Timba-Tu 4

Yet, he dreams in colors that scream his name.  In yellow he hopes to fade onto orange and mash with this powerful sting that is life a blaze.
A beating drum sings Time’s praises,
and though sense would nay-say his existence, he is still here.
So, raising hands high; embracing golden flush of revelation: he is still here!

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