Lakai Saadiq III
I have retrieved forth my own, in solitude.
Boxed in a cacophony of shame and mortified with paperclips of destitute.
I have come forth.
Each day brings with itself, a new mystery.
A kindly folded misery
I have swarm back,
Besides the deepest sparks that trigger pulses,
Connecting memory lanes in family trees, down to their rooted seed.
Down to you, before Eve.
To once, be taken too kindly to Eden.
A home allegiant to my demeanour.
Trees fell on the forest,
And we set aside with a look.
Priding our lives with papers than shadows we gave away but still stood.
Awaiting a second-hand freedom coiled in a future of an unborn child.
Under these broken shadows, cries a lonely queen.
Drenching in tears for hopeless birds
Singing their sorrows to the skies growing holes
And so our grounds,
As we probed further.
Down the rabbit hole.
Wilting down to degrade human life to human dung,
For a meal at a price of flooding sweat glands.
All facets of life decomposed on high heaps of sanitation.
Choking us with hands of our own ignorance.
An ignorance fat from feeding on concepts, motivations and perspective of others.
Synthetic souls, others.
Neanderthals, conceived from red sand of Mars.
Meandering thoughts causing their causes making them our problems.
Let alone their systems.
Remains burnt linen.
Screaming its last towards an infertile heaven.
A book of ashes,
Tussled on dying soil to decompose at a heart of a self-centred sun.
Soil that once birthed life.
Allows itself to be an avenue,
To all residues of man,
Swamped in fabrics of sins and damp old wrecks.
Wrecking on a deathbed, a hope that dances on fear.
I have come to plea for your pulse on an unstill man,
Man growing forgetful of themselves.
To once again, be salvaged with reverence.