A new Place

 

image credits- Saatchi art

 

I have travelled the soils of Africa and beyond the sustenance of crisp air,
Like an empty bowl of the eclipse, succumb trees, galvanized moisture,
My eyes speak unspoken words, unruly truth, my naked eye is poisonous often.
Amenable spikes of charcoal reside here, I wander and wander.
To a place, I visited once, I saw liquor and sad eyes, that was my home.

I see here residue of hopes and an unknown particle, effete smells of unknown skin, What is this place, I have come to?

My palpable arms hurt the Meraki created by the previous storms, yet I see hideous smiles. Above the lustrous Earth and below the clandestine sky, I stand like the virgin flower, dead or alive, insouciant caricature.

©My Valiant Soul

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