With a prophetic eye, I near into the future
I see that I shall perish upon this road
Driving men that I do not know
This metallic monster that I now dictate
This docile elaborate horse
Thus, I shall die, not that I care
For any man’s journey
Not for the proprietor's gain
Nor yet for love of my own
I attempt the forbidden limits
Love is a bodily infirmity
Which breaks out the deuce
Knows how or why.
For a dark man......
You are the one
I am lit for
Come with your rod
that twist
and is a serpent
I am the bush
I am burning
I am not consumed,
Your own.
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Catherine Nyomenda
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