Fissures
I want to be where
fissures meet
and sentences are passed,
Every step before
arouses immeasurable inquest.
This phase encounters
a dull moment
and deems it appeasing,
To warm its charm
will not in time return its best.
I asked a vow to
faintly deliver ours
if none in time actually prevail,
It may do
unless ours expressly fails.
Copyright © Lebo Bopalamo | Year Posted 2019
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