Treasure Island

chifuniro mgunda


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iam the light griming in the darkness
or am i the darkness consuming the light
am the one in the womb
hidden to the barbarities of this aeon
am the one on the top stroking the tail of hope
dragon, lion, stallion
all in one and mine in all
holder of a dollar strapped in laces and collars
life of Gatsby or reverie by and bye
hmm paradox of life
my spirit serene in a world inane
my bod torn
molded in an anvil of ill
Carnality, vanity, insanity or just humanity
in the moment we are
as we were we are not
in the end...well were are not there yet
so why fornicate and stagnate
while you can cogitate and exfoliate

Submitted: Saturday, April 12, 2014
Edited: Monday, April 14, 2014

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