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Floor 998
The world unwinds inside of me.
Moon rising and chanting,
owls whispering in the hour of euphoria.
Eagles crowching and hunting,
Black doves drinking their own tears.
I hear the heartbeat of the beginning
beating a senseless,
motionless drum
to the sound and sight
of singing angels.
The world unwinds inside of me.
Ru stretches my hand
and extracts my boundless soul
in the name of serenity.
I’ve become a menonite in my own
euphoric utopia
while the mockingbirds sing their little love song.
Please pray for me
As I stand above 998
In the name of Ru begging me to enter
The shadow realm.
My soul, your soul,
who are we to console
as I’m about to take the final fall.
When I open my eyes
on the silent side,
would you be so kind
to not cry for my name
even though I might be a little untamed in my little frame.
I take my final steps into my own euphoria
leaving a utopia clustered
in a dyslexic dystopia.
My living breath has been dismembered
into the plateaued faceless scream
of the beast-less so called fearless creed.
My mind became a dynamite like a
harping mennonite
when it said 4.48 was the time to
harp on floor 998.
Say goodbye – I’ve finally sealed my fate.
Unathi Ndlelantle Ngada © 2019