I was born and raised
in the warm heart of Africa...
I didn't see one
dandelion today...
Chaos
everyone fighting for more...
"When I stand before thee at the day's end...
Rabindranath Tagore...
12th February, 2012.
Time flew with feathers like an eagle...
A chance sweep of my left arm
in yellow and blue flannel shirt...
Sleep? Nah, that's not for me,
I'd much rather just lie there, restlessly...
A petal danced upon the wind,
Timely floating from our sin...
Hypnotized by street lights, I breathe springtime
eyes fixed upon dirty streets, laced with fallen...
Last night in rural London,
mangled in elastic clockwork...
The End
Hearing those words amused and exasperated me...
From the bottom looking up,
the ripples of souls...