alive …
lashed against jagged truths
plumbing the depths of hollow emotions
straining to hear
your voice calling me back
aching to taste
your breath scalding my lips
pining to feel
forgotten whispers murmured
swirling around
the rapids
gasping for air
nursing a simple dream
nothing grandiose
to feel
once more
alive.
alive …
our shared strands
of light
afloat on tendrils of starstuff
whisper warmth
sketching memories
painting tears
falling like leaves
etching reminders
of less warm times
tenderly
infusing hope
urging me
you
us
to
embrace
here
today
now
in the distance
flickering softly
warm hope
yawns
bathing this
soft morning
with
birdsong
whispering tales of journeys done
beneath the canopy
of
boundless
sapphire sky
in the belly of xenophobia …
when you see them
passing by your pretty green avenues
grab your garden rake
stone the encroaching horde
they take our jobs
they marry our women
put them all
to the sword
bloody foreigners
leeching off our taxes
stinking up the neighborhood
send them all home
seek them out in every street
in every bar
and finish them off
one by one
finish and klaar
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