Eclectic sonder, saunter beyond malignant sunsets
Praise, oh hail
Damned, oh hell
Tides swell, but no one is afraid of drowning
Hearts flutter, but all fear to float
Love leads, why then vilify the lover
Thrill of the trail, don’t blame the destination, love the traveler in you
Why suffer proclivity, when the sweat doesn’t break
Yonder is the nearness of infinity assumable
Assembling a constellation of the fondness of souls
A mutiny of carnival raiments of marbled daisies rolling
To usurp a litany of falsehoods spread with the sprinkles of alchemy
Praise, oh hail
Dammed, oh hell
The smash is no longer as frightening like the soft push
Presumptuous brevity of aberrations
A polity that creases the break with a hush lull
A numbness that curses with silence.
Nkateko Tshabalala is a self-published author of Poetic Flair.