8PM, inevitability has taken over
as I took a few steps
around my home.
I sat on the stoep
as the moon observed my insecurities
my thoughts became numb
as my words were the remedy
to my sudden dark energy
I was as weak as a frail branch
on the end of a tree
no consciousness to bare,
just being a matter that cannot be seen;
I inhaled intoxication
to express my intricate aroma
and I exhaled detoxication
towards my obscure divinity.