Orbit Of Sense... Poem by Robert Mutsaers

Sense has one given merit,
When called burden beyond the opposite,
Like a mirror upon embellished pregnancy,
Translates our future work upon vengeance..

A source of love does not recompense,
Its mere existence above future presence,
A lure within a self does not extend the clear,
As sense of significance does not consider my queer,
with where we were.... here.. an ease does fate the volunteer.

Nairobi,31 March,2012