My eyes know beauty's art has need for praise;
For beauty stares itself into defect...
The night is made
for dreaming...
I feel fulfilled today as I
come out of an idle life of luxury...
The inner life of an old man
You have no concept of my thoughts...
The mental blackout curtains,
the heavy, wet fabric laid on my cerebellum...
He fits in everywhere, yet he fits in nowhere,
And he roams between ephemeral territories...
“Oh wretched man I am,
Who will rescue me from this body of death...
Ignorance is power, since knowledge killed bliss.
But knowledge of power knows power’s amiss...
I was all the desolations one could ever have,
all the distance of loneliness...
Thokoza!
I shout to you all Rejoice...
I pick up my pen
But these words aren't flowing...
bees and pollen
rabbits and head lights...