interwoven jazz … …
time to leave the obfuscation,
euphemisms,
platitudes,
time to shed the detritus of who we once were,
why we once never could be,
strewn amidst the thorns,
jabbing through the turbulent sea,
each wave,
breaking,
crashing,
threaded strings,
foamy universes within foam,
dashing the jagged cliffs,
steep,
daunting,
impregnable,
conceited,
arrogance of invincibility,
the choice of loss,
tracer bullets pockmarking the diseased sky,
splintering egos,
crushing ideals,
held aloft sacrosanct,
wringing ideology,
mere attempts,
feeble at least,
the grandiose fiction of an all en-compassing “explanation of it all”
the unscaleable wall,
where dreams collide,
headlong into concrete apartheid,
headstrong,
belief,
unreason,
faith,
trust,
honesty, love,
lie fractured,
scattered bones strewn here,
there,
and some places foreboding yet alive,
in between,
the transparency of justice,
or,
the prism of competing beliefs,
which leaves this soul, cut,
ripped apart,
torn,
at the seams,
having set sail on the river of hopes,
having soared the blue expanse,
in free flight,
a torch, always,
always, burning, shining bright,
a beacon in the desolate night,
aloft at last,
winged chariots of unfinished dreams.
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