OF What Importance Is Money
In a Disastrous World...
lost my balance just the other day
a fleeting moment of uncertainty...
Yesterday found itself far from home.
Running from what home will be...
the imagery of light plays heavily on the use of...
all things cast a shadow, living proof of...
can my growing old, be translated into words?
old friends swapping stories, of ailments...
It’s hard when you get that dreadful feeling
Like there’s nothing in your power to stop...
can you not see, when your eyes are closed...
siting in the sun on an old done for couch
soaking up a high veld, winters day...
the ability to connect and communicate
governors who we are...
sperm is a legacy in transit
the space between words, filled with speculation...
some-times we need to fall on the ground,
to appreciate the view...
So many lives
Try’s...