kizza michael - WITHOUT BLOOD

WITHOUT BLOOD

Not
I don’t
Won’t
Knot
The knot
To my knot
My life in hell
Again between the wells
Of the walls
Of the hall
The blood is not flowing
Not following
The thorns and thickest
Between the orbits

Not ruling out the present curse
Of the growing grass
In the brains of mind
In the confusion of the wise
I have to come back to doors
Of my own knows
Of my houses
Of my own horses
Of my coming to the education system
To steam


I think I have descended
To the other side of my thread
To grow up in faith
From my own seed.

kizza michael

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