Something is coming to **** me.
There is no time.

we are all as lonely as each other
trying so hard to keep it together
wearing our masks
building our walls
pretending that it doesn't hurt at all
we are all as lonely as each other
i urge you all to remember
lonely is not forever
we are in this together

This is how the body looks now:
    empty, estranged…
its parts arguing their cases
for emancipation,
sovereignty from the system—
each component demanding
overt consent from all others
before further engaging
in vital collaborations.

This is how the body looks now:
    formless, dissociated…
the war for Independence and
Recognition has left us
devastated by the divisions
of definition—disjointed
structures of severed relations
disavowed of the Whole.

There it looms, a life like mountain/ sheathed in fynbos, all shades of green/ while the cape drags in reluctant seaweed/ and the wind makes contrails of my hair/

I ascend too with the heather, the rooibos and the hottentot/ We climb/ now a collective of exaggerated beauty/ defiant in wind, spray and fire/

There are leaves as prone as a flat lined heart/ reeds as resilient as a returning pulse/and we all watch the hope of yolk/ of a Sunday sun dipping into the ocean/promising to rise again/

We creep up the leeward and the windward/ ensconced in the spiral of a soul entropy/ determined to survive every rock and crevice/ to hoist ourselves up the flagpole of the cosmic plan/

beautifully

as she can be

you'd surely
stop looking for your self

the nothings lost
is the best place to be looking

Please be
as you ask us to be

as we not see you any other way

Winds cry happy
weep no loss
earth shake sunder
bear no cost
sun crack her whip to ray on sight
clay moons a face at huest fright

oceans roar ******* wave
across life's shore her open gaze
a snow white ***** to kiss of truth
at mothers ****** on the tooth

to catch you letting go

not a blood type

but a type of the blood