the constellations disappear
behind backdrops
of raindrops
and tranquility
As raindrops
of light drop
fleetingly
into an infinity
of darkness
In patches
that patch
us
together
;
As drops of tranquility
pour amongst patches
of darkness
in patches
of our own infinity
,
as constellations appear.
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Chests congested
by the repercussions
of actions
rather taken
back
As stacks,
racks
and blankets
of past events
blanket
shivering
skin
Lingering
in their obscurity
Reminding us
of their solidity
;
Leaving us Adrift.
Amongst bumps
we call goosebumps
:
Shivering.
© Hudson Biko
Excited to be a part of this remarkable group! Read “You” below :
You let yourself in.
You
Walked through doors
and floors
Covered by a myriad of flaws
we never bothered to look at
,
You
Placed your self
On internal shelves
I never wanted
to reach
,
You
Barricaded your self
On levels which
were never warranted
,
You
Collected dust
in bursts
Dispersed
across the worst
Outbursts
never previously rehearsed
,
You
Went through phases
we called faces
In vases
always held
until they fell apart
;
But
,
You
Were never let in,
You
Never bothered to look at.
You
Never wanted to reach,
You
Were never warranted,
You
Never previously rehearsed,
You
Were always held.
Until
You fell apart.
Nights blurred by shots of nostalgia
© Hudson Biko
Picture: Joshua K Jackson
There’s times
i still miss
the feeling
of having something
more to miss
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Peter Sjo
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