Let alone the need to breathe,
Let alone these earthly things.
Forfeit the ties that bind you
To this rocky soil.
Weave a magic so of its own
That we all just sit in wonder;
Deafening the roar of these busy streets
An ink blot of our past.
We choose what we want to see.
The butterflies of our imagination
Are swarming through these crimson rivers
Boiling the life force
Set it on fire.
Let it run down these busy fingers
Until nothing holds weight.
Up soon becomes down and there is no god.
Plummet down the rabbit hole.
It is time to swim with the sharks,
Feel their callous whisper,
As the world lies in silhouette against an eternal
Sunset.
So come swim with me.
Come let it all slip away.
Nothing is so important as this.
Come find me in Africa.














Comments
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"Art doesn't always have to be confined to the lines provided"
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.past is always creeping over, residing back to the beginning, losing touch and face with all that was loved, all that is love.
the africa through me a loop though, perhaps because i've never been there or thought of it that much.
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it's good to hear from you again.
You too mate.
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I have no idea where I am going...
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