the question
it could have been the most beautiful question
if it were just between you me and the sea
not a rotten question
my sin is to cut open its skin
and let loose its crazed blood onto the
sea
the question is madder than the indian ocean
sea waves are sick toss my surf insanely
shuffle the cards of my senses
the creases of my spirit
will not hide the question
it pops madly in the eye of the illest wave
echoes in the ears of sea shells
yells so lunatic yet its power is solar
its soul electrifies the sea in me
why is the question eating me
why does it point a piecing finger at me
when i’ve spent a million eternities
pushing the ocean away
but sea waves pull it back
the question spills over the coastline
wets my feet
beads of question drip from my skin
even as i walk away from the ocean’s
scream
the question is me
in sync with sounds of the sea
you tapping the phone of my spirit
listening to the pulse of my senses
by: Kgafela oa Magogodi |