Xolani

I dream of his class, silken war torn, listening to him gasp, struggling without scorn, broken unsought, makes me feel reborn, removing the traps, dancing on thorns, he’s a modern-day iconoclast, what have I caught, riding this storm, useless dime a penny thoughts, you say it overlaps, now that he's gone, hiding under Burlap, at the church next door, I'll remove his form, love hits the floor, he broke his fast, I fed him corn, now I’m aghast, shaking unsure.