I am back.
Black.
Glad.

I am living a broken version of my life
If the fight came to reclaim  it
I would fight
Hear me out
Wiil you fight
or run to your miserable death
I am living a broken version of my life
Life is full of magic and wonder
Reach for one of those thin invisible liquid strands
Let pure power run through your veins
Energy
Breath
Again
Breath
Again
How you feel now
Ready to care for you now
Fight for you now
Don’t lay your life for yourself
No honour in an enemy less kamikaze mission
I am living a broken version of my life
This is the last time I hear you say that

Good morning Soweto
You still at peace. I can feel
Birds still audible
no police siren
as yet
neighbours still speaking
hush hush
jet plane abuzz
up above
pass the morning moon
I wonder whose leaving or coming
I sit naked on my potch
pondering
wondering
what next to say about this peaceful morning.
The cat ambles away from its naked owner
and rests under the ***** tree
which like the naked owner
is enchanted about this Soweto mornin.
what a charming life this morning is.
I  hear a woman sweep her grass
we don't say lawn in this part of the world
Her strokes calm
unrushed
she is no cleaning
she is starting her day, putting her best foot forward.

If I was a god
I would have only created morning time.
Its the most fair time of the day
at most times hopeful
a dramatic difference from the madness
of afternoon
time
and the uncertainty of evening
time.

If only
I could bottle this Soweto morning
and have a sip of it this afternoon
and another drop this evening
if only.
If only
I could bottle this Soweto morning
I would send it to occupied Gaza
grief stricken Yemen
messy Libya
depressed Finland
If only.

I have to say bye
cause nothing I say
is as glorious as what I see and feel
this morning.
Have a good day whoever you are
wherever you are.
I am off to strut around my Soweto yard unbothered.
Ta-ta.

I am on that vessel leaving this place.  
Play me that nice jam to ride out to the galaxy. 
I have Einstein's' apple pie
for the ride
We sure gonna have a laugh

I am on that vessel leaving this place.  
Play me that nice jam to ride out to the galaxy. 
I beat gravity again
Feel my trail
See my fire

I am on that vessel leaving this place.  
Play me that nice jam to ride out to the galaxy. 
I have broken the sad barrier
Pass all the satellites  
waved at Cassini
diced with voyager 1

I am on that vessel leaving this place.  
Burnt my Durban poison on smouldering Oumuamua
stars are high
Flickering like disco lights

I am on that vessel leaving here.  
Play me that nice jam to ride out to the galaxy. 

Travelling  to the center of my mind,  
to the exterior of the universe!

I am on that vessel leaving here.  
Riding into deep space!
who else is with me

A foreign program accessed my brain last night.
It morphed me
the whole of me
into a malleable
dreamy virtual world of  my choosing.
I am no longer me as me
I am uploaded.
my consciousness is one with the network.
I am data.
Wondering around as a program
I am no longer me as me
I am an imposter of me.

My subjective reality ended
ended the moment my consciousness
was extracted.

A foreign program accessed my brain last night.
It replicated my human hull
I am trapped in my own whatsover

I see a calculation inside of what used to be me
it reads
Consciousness is abstract
immaterial and non-transferable.
I wonder is that why we might never be able to overcome death.

Black.
Black.
How many times
black.
Black
only cause there's
white.
So
I am not
black.
I am zulu.
Keep your
black.
I am far from
blank.

If a wolf's howl were translated into a song.

**** the wolf howl is playing
seven days straight now
am i worried.

If a wolf's howl were translated into a song.
the howl,
that fire of a woman
that sets your soul ablaze,
haunts you
haunts you 'til    nothing     but ashes.

If a wolf's howl were translated into a song.
Makes me think of all my sins
sins bought and sold in this life
penny for profit  
miserable.

If a wolf's howl were translated into a song.
Cut the devil's needle
stop this record
not the right time to recite it

If a wolf's howl were translated into a song.
slit my throat
and let me howl
a primal scream

If a wolf's howl were translated into a song.
these would be the words.

I got drunk tonight
I saw no light
Uncertainty still bright