2.09 precisely, the
air parted
Rippled imperceptibly.
The island of screams rose
Volcanic from the crowd
And there stood the cancer
Calm now
Gazing to the ebony cliffs
The jewel in his arm
The land beyond him,
New born, rich with
Green life- hope-love-
Stood naked, shorn of companionship
Yet there lay a seed
Burning in the dry heat of expectation
In the hope of tomorrow
Expectant in a faith unfounded
Silently the burning seed smouldered
Burned into existence
And the breath of its spirit
Smouldered across the plains
Life was different now
Unseen, yet moved into liberation.
Freedom beckoning
Calling to tomorrow
A new horizon not to be denied
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