And after all of this
we found
ourselves
bound
to
temporary
moments
escaping
into
scents
of reminiscence.
© Hudson Biko
And after all of this
we found
ourselves
bound
to
temporary
moments
escaping
into
scents
of reminiscence.
© Hudson Biko
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