The water
poured in
amidst waves
of black
and white
Right
into streams
and realms
left untouched
As a
of strikes
Fell
in
–
to
reality
© Hudson Biko
Tag: Dreams
Rushing
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
Sinking
Diving
deeper and deeper
into oceans
Holding on to everything
letting go of nothing
,
Sinking
into everything
I never wanted us to be
and
simultaneously
did
–
Gasping
In the pursuit of more
Still
Wanting it to end
–
Needing
air
8.25 AM
Morning
© Hudson Biko
Stay
It was you
Blossoming in splattering shades of
black and white.
–
Taken back
to times
when this
might
have been something else
,
to times
when this
might
have been something
more
–
To times
When I wanted you.
To stay.
10.01 AM
Morning
© Hudson Biko
Claudio
In a world
where magic
is as only as magical
as the idea
that surrounds it,
He surrounded
us with it.
He laughed and
smiled
As
we laughed and smiled
at the silliness of it,
As
we began to watch
impossibility
morph
into a possibility
that could never
have been written
in the fairy-tales
we laughed
and smiled at.
As
we began to watch
fantasy
morph
into reality.
A reality that
transcended all boundaries
of imagination
Before its evaporation
morphed
into his extinction.
Reminding us
That
there is no magic,
there is no fairy-tale,
there is no descent into
sunsets
;
There are only fragments
of reality
that seldom escape
the boundaries of our own
Before
reminding us
that
this is our reality,
A
reality
that
is as only as magical
as the idea
that surrounds it.
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