3AM

3AM Smile

All day in the trenches, it never stops raining, a mind disconnected from it’s heart , racing, pulsing , pacing.

This place I’ve got to leave.

The damp my spirit drenching, searching, fear of flying conquered by purple courage, vertigo saw me victorious , though I fail to comprehend these cumulus…

In from the cold , enclosed with thunder clouds and doubts, this world has not made me. Borne out of love and conceived through naivety, I breathe, I spew, I seethe. Snow fox-ing on cruel tundra, unfamiliar terrain, I prance, I skulk, I beg.

A covenant to earth sealed millennia ago never ceased, cocoon me in love, cotton wool me in affection. He, the water of Lourdes, elusive; he, the mineral clasped by Gibraltar, steady rocked my world.

Countenance designed by purgatory’s finest architects, eyes etched in the water’s of Crete, soul modelled on seraphim, my heart admits defeat. The answer to Aphrodite’s ancient call, inscribed on this Centaur’s perennial seed.

Our ghosts dance at this hour, abstract, bewitched, bewildered..

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About melfunktion

Love child of a lover & a thinker, elegantly flawed, anti-socialite, curious, purveyor of Africanism, a life seeped in music, unashamed soliloquist, androgynous feminist, always dancing on the inside, flowers in hair, heart on sleeve, breathe to create, create to breathe, perpetual goofball, graceful klutz, stars & scars, beats & bars, just a human, being.

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