Verse 8
Clive awoke with the early sun glaring at him from atop the crescent shadow of Laquana’s skull. His eyes fluttered and his pupils contracted into bituminous points that he buried into her shoulder that was stronger than his. Exhaling a palpable drag of the misty air their faces had been exchanging all night, he inhaled a euphoria over the destined future he knew lay waiting for them. A unification of the divine fusion that constitutes genius when imagination and will marry in sublime glory.
He drew another breath from the deep well of Laquana’s mouth and felt the power to fulfill the American destiny that he knew was both sacred and owed to him. Since his first pubic hair sprouted in the nacre between his bellybutton and genitals, Harvard had shaped his life under a viscous shado
