THE INCEPTION
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
The Hawk West Desk Window 10:00am
The Seed of Black Jesus
is nestled inside
the satin folds of My White Womb
I am in Partnership
We give no credence
to satan
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Joanna Gilman Hyde 
Joanna, this poem immediately brought me to “Premise” which I had posted on November 16, 2011 http://pointsthruprose.com/2011/11/16/premice/
Everything is layered and we keep going deeper and deeper within.
There are no coincidences.
Yes Jackie, I looked back at that poem too. I’m not sure where Black Jesus is taking me, or my readers, but I know what you mean about the layering effect.