He came in.
And like a
First-time
Lost in-time
He could only sit
there
on seats
slowly shredding
in rooms heading
to ends
Pending
more.
As words
poured out into a world
ready for their ramifications
as he choked on his own misconceptions
we watched fall into rooms
of ambiguity
Before
they began
to slowly shred
away to-times
he was always lost in.
© Hudson Biko
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