A streak of sin,
just as culpable...
Transcribing my emptiness,
like emulating an ape...
I'm in the garden in Kyebando,
Partly wetland...
The family pride
goes for the jugular. The rotational...
Celebrating the summer.
Planting a wet kiss on...
Where was the empirical
evidence, that you don't exist...
This country divides us.
Only cameos were...
You have to spell it out.
Where the sun sets...
Without trying to become
an avenger...
Far beyond the light years,
I will seek the darkness...
I cannot fly,
But watching birds feels superhigh...
When I make a heap
of all my killer pains...