Minds
Our minds have grown,
into edifices of slips that turn to
pride...
and eject a lifelong withering pulse,
to reveal you.
The grueling drips have dragged,
a common understanding of
our enduring limits
into empty nights,
and inside a creeping smile...
that again reveals you.
Inside us lies
a sown up compassion
for intricate devotion screaming for space...
yet conflates all seasons into one.
Awaiting our trust,
a wilting journey compelled by minds,
concealed from vivid and storied
acclaim..
declares defeat...
Copyright © Lebo Bopalamo | Year Posted 2014
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