My heart beats in verses
in versions of realities and doubts:
will the growing mountains go gay
will the melting magma moan
will the waning winners win
will the searching searchers see?
my heart beats in inverse verses
when shall man be truly man
to man the unmanned moments of a race
in constant quest of self-righteousness
and selfishness
and self... self... self...?
my heart beats in versions
of the things that exist that don't exist
but we know they exist.
there are things larger than the clouds
things piercing like knives
but humanity pretends
ALL IS WELL
in which wellness
will all be well
when we know all isn't well
in this deep well of a world?
20/9/2012 Legon
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