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Seven-th day
Of Saboath
I
Huff, Puff,
And blow-away
On this joint-venture
All wolf in sheep furr
In pursuit of
Cloud-nine
Creation's Creator
~
Saturn Jupiter Mars,
three blind mice running
up the clock to find freedom.

starlight stairs in abyss,
cities of the interior ring
carry a dangerous cargo: citizens.

t-minus one/this is fear

I am no astronaut,
I'm a refugee, bleeding hands pressed
tight to the barbed-wired fence.

we play charades from the window,
lunar phases keening
in the tender light of these infant wars.

t-minus one/this is fear

farewell threshold on laudanum,
the grifted gift of the Joe Blakes
painted from memory.

the far off observation
telescoping my fear, leading me
to believe I'm hiding in plain view.
~
  Aug 2023 Masibulele Ntsepo
nivek
jokes help the ego wobble
sometimes right off its throne
On our very first encounter, part of me already believed i had found my counterpart.
Part of me was still, sceptical of this new development.
Countless hours passed us by in happiness,
Even forgot we had to depart.
My mind's eye seeing us infront of a pastor and congregation.
The only departure will be us together in heaven.
Not a single cloud in sight yet i was on cloud-nine feeling like im dancing in the summer-rain.
A beautiful summer evening where stars are in full attendence to witness the spectacle of the moon's spotlight.
What happens in darkness shall come to light.
In the darkness of my deepest depths i was wishing to spend the rest of my days with you.
We were still shy to shine in the shrine,
So i touched you, you held me.
You smiled, i kissed you.
Communication was non-verbal,
What the feeling was doing to us could not be described in words.
My eardrums could hear the signal your heart was beaming in beating.
It was an eclypse of the moon by the sun.
Was as if the Creator themself said,
Let there be light tonight in your heart for a brighter tommorrow.
With no space between us,
Time was still.
But still the distance was getting shorter for you and me to go home,
As i had met you on your way home and offered some company to accompany you.
When the dreaded thought of departure crossed my mind's traffic pathways,
It coincided with the reality of our journey's end.
Even cupid could not show prophets of our end.
We shared a sample taste of pleasure, not meant to be a feast.
Apart without contacts of communication,
Now all i am left with is to count the time and space between us.
What would happen if the moon leaked?
Would there be a luminous canal
that flowed with moon milk?
Would we be able to bathe in
a shimmering pool of silver?
It's that moment
when the pieces
of the puzzle
all combine.

And you see a
glorious picture
that you doubted
that you'd find.

And then after
when the pieces
are inspected
each with care.

You see purpose
and see meaning
each too valuable
to spare.
This came to me all at once. It's an attempt to describe the feeling of your mind being blown when everything lines up and finally makes sense.
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