In my chase after it,
I found myself standing on top of corrugated iron.
It was
loosely placed
across gaps of space
But
I didn’t know that.
Leaving me,
watching it collapse
into swamps of green and brown
As it
pulled me down with it,
where sounds
drowned
into desperation
And breaths
digressed
into scarcity
Leaving me,
in that gap of space
Trembling.
© Hudson Biko
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