words restructuring my dna,
modifying my heart-beats
and synchronizing my Being with time
as alphabetical cuticles massage my prostrated mind
with messages from the ground that presents me.

i feel a curse that has learnt how to conjure up blessings
from dead pages onto history's deserted crevices,
denied passages from a broken lineage
that defines breaths in metaphors
to remind me what I matter for.

the truth renaming my lies
with lines thumping chants
that haunt my reality
and mount moral billboards
on the segregated terraces of my misinterpreted consciousness.

like a thorn
I feel a poem piercing my feet
as venomous revelations weaken my knees
and I Become the Blind man
that screams "life at first sight"
as I write the poem that fills me, the words that feed me life...

© Bulumko kaNyamezele 

day 1 | 15 August 2011