I Am Looking For Myself (as inspired and influenced by October Priskath Katlholos poem I Am Looking For A Man) Death fornicated with my thoughts until the wee hours When angels pass It escaped through the closed window of my mind. The angels put me into a deep slumber, And took one of my ribs. The sun rose as though to delete memories of my completeness, But random flashes of memory burden me , To fill the void I feel in moments of solitude. I have been misled by horoscopes, And distracted by therapists, In my quest to fill the void. I hear the voice of a Setswana queen, Calling out for me. The one whom the angels took that night. A dream I forgot I had dreamed. The one who came to be after the defeat of death. She looks for me in the wrong places, For I was once a great Karanga warrior. Who forgot the dream he dreamed. Now consumed by city lights and factory noises, And weakened by television and grilled by the internet. Now a statistic of modern day slavery. I hear her voice when I sing in the shower. In a moment of unbiased peace. But I am lost in time. My soul is trapped in money safes While she calls out for it in the caves. I am now a trinity- My soul, She and I I am looking for myself.
Posted on: Fri, 27 Jun 2014 21:47:29 +0000
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