I wake up with a sewer in my tummy
A chimney in my head
And a morgue in my heart.
My eyes are clouded
There’s an anvil upon my tongue
My ears are hypnotised with a subtle drone;
I’m sniffing for fresh air in a rubbish bin.
Some days it’s a start from a bad dream:
An attempt to burst out of unpleasant truth,
Yet when you fall through the reality wormhole
It seemed you dropped right into a prison cell.
Of dark clouds that hover above
Unrelenting from the winds of your hope,
A man in a dark pit handed a rope
Only he has no arms to even grope.
Stewed septic – a wound in a closed shoe
Slowly turning into putrid emptiness
Leprous, a curse and taboo.
Yet, when did I forget?
Am I so foolish?
Persuaded to rest my feet on coral so beauteous?
Dead Mona Lisa holding my gaze so firmly?
Perfumed wraiths imploring my empathy?
Did I take my eyes from the rising Sun?
Seeking rest and roof from hiding shades?
Could I have lost my hearing to elusive Sirens
Placing my heart in the life below?
Some days we’d forget we were removed from Egypt
Translated from Babylon
Yet almost deceived for Egypt is still being removed from us
Babylon being purged from us
Col 3: 1If then you have been raised with Christ, seek the things that are above, where Christ is, seated at the right hand of God. 2 Set your minds on things that are above, not on things that are on earth. 3 For you have died, and your life is hid with Christ in God.