The True Immortal
White grains for brains
His thoughts are anointed seed
Spirits germinate where gladiators once fell
And mere mortals can taste a drop of eternity
Occasionally, like rice
They give rise to empires
He sighs warm breezes
Of ever green forests and blue lagoons
When he sneezes entire ages freeze over
He winks across the galaxy
And we observe a Supernova
He smiles avalanches and blizzards
And laughs a symphony orchestra
He yawns a new dawn
With each stretch of his hand
Releasing the imagination to humility
To see himself as one truly is
Through the honest lens of the soul
And not through the deception of the blinking eye
He breaths through the filter of a lifetime
His heart rate pumping at a thousand eras per aeon
His vision is a continuum
A pessimist by nature
Fatalistic even, he never shed a tear
Except occasionally for the panda bear
He dug a basement in his home
With his brooding, pacing up and down
Where he now stores fossils of past civilizations
Amongst his most valuable collections
Copyright © Thabang Ngoma | Year Posted 2014
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