Existent
in the absence
of assurance
Thinking
that this madness
will somehow
bow
into our own deliverance
That somehow
there is more
to this
than this
That somehow
this fragments
of attachment
will
make us feel
less absent
That somehow
these
bouts of
are only temporary.
But
we
are only temporary
and this
madness
,
this ‘madness’
is our deliverance.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph: Henri Meilhac
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Beautiful!
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Thank you! 😀
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You’re welcome.
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Beautifully well written. Yes, madness of our creativity is what drive us to something joyful and greater. Love your work my friend. 🙂
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Thank you so much for the compliment!
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Your very welcome. 🙂 So glad to read different poetry. 🙂
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