I saw it coming.
Rushing through fragments
of consciousness
through predicated
barriers
that kept
out your
predicted
presence
And like those presents
we get on Christmas morning
I knew
how to stay
in your absence
And yet you still came though
;
Maybe
dreams can be nightmares too
Maybe
they were never dreams to begin with
© Hudson Biko
Photograph: Genessa Panainte
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