I dwell in the stars
I swallow the celestial beings , haunt the supernovas
if you look up far
You will find me ,the bate of parasites
Watching out for you on your vagabonded nights
I dwell on the seaside
I inhale nautical air and swing on riptides
Kaleidoscopic Seashells , oysters I gathered by morning
Heartaches , ashtrays flood me by night
The same night of the darkness that blinds you , unwinds you
I dwell in the forest
Mounted cedars and stung by pine
All i do there , all i do anywhere is leave my walls uphill
Your relics in my shrine
Your odor in my wine
I sought the forest fires , they told me they purify and rewind
I dwell in all of your whereabouts
But i dont dwell in you , yet.
Always have been a victim of apartheid
How does one feel?
When he is a victim not a victor
When he is ruled not a ruler
No room of his own
No empty space left to exploit
Cannot even sit and think vagabonded
Each minute captured, consumerist
Deprived of freedom, liberty, reconciliation
Democracy buried, only dictatorship
And a suspended inferiority complex.
The scapegoat of cultural sadism
Insanity dawns, humans abandon
A marked, distinguished prison.
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