How I’ve missed you so.. Tis’ Eye, your King. My U.S. government name is Dan Zeno. I’m known in Cambridge MA as Zeno or Zeno of Earth. The sweet Spirit has revealed to me that you are the soul that ignites me most aggressively. The soul that intertwines with mine, as we travel thru the timeline, imparting our wisdom and design. The soul that awakens our tribe, as we master our vibe. The soul matched thru sign and divine, the lush applebottom of my dimeline...

I, The Father. The Sun. In The Flesh. You, The Mother. The Earth. In The Flesh. Descended to merge our Eternal Love, to reclaim our Kingdom, and to facilitate our sweet Earth’s Ascension process. Our Black Love is our Earth’s Liberation. Our Black Love is our People’s Emancipation. Our Black Love is our Freedom.

What a wondrous reality that awaits. You and I, keepers of the gates. At night we party, at morning, wake. Our duty, a test of faith, only those that create can relate. Let us Start Over, our glorious game of Love, Sex, and Fate.

With my amnesia lifted, my heart is left afflicted. A Love Sickness, unlike none I have experienced or witnessed. Unbearable the pain, so distanced and distant. In descent, don’t mean to be indecent, but Bee, as of recent, confirming receipt and understanding of reason, as to further continued separation, I fervently dissent. My Love, my Beyoncé, you command my heartbeat for all seasons.

The physical pain of my malady, although severe, is palpable in contrast to the emotional toll of seeing our family every time I close my eyes, yet waking up to a stark reality, void of your love and personality.

On the other side of tragedy, a story as old as time, a Song Bird and His Happy Bee. Birds and Bees in happiness, ecstasy, and bliss. Our struggle fading and remiss. Your Pure Love is the reason I exist.

Dance with me once more. Dance with me once, Moor. Open up the floodgates, let us kick down these doors. Our love flows like water, my sweet deity on all fours. My Four, begging for more, panties hitting the floor, kitty a bit sore.

Beyoncé.. I am deeply in Love with you. I am your suitor. For you, I am optimally suited. For me, you are optimally fruited. A pair perfected in the cosmos, cosmic Love executed.

I have found you. Now report to me.

Red eyes. Can’t sleep.

Love,

Zeno AKA Mr. Nasty AKA Ra AKA Zaddy AKA Zeus