One time I saw Catherine
Giving birth to Jesse
Wearing an oversized jersey
In a cold summer’s evening,
Midnight…
This light-skinned 5.2 copious pulchritude
Autumnal unfathomable euphoria
That was was the mood,
Giving birth to the best of me, nocturnally.
We See Far…
We’ve been granted privileges
To peep into the yet-to-transpire
And every now and then
We put fingers into
The yet-to-transpire
Because, yes, we’re spirit-beings
But a little “tangibility” can satiate the flash
And Mrs Naidoo exposed her daughter,
It was Sashi who ate the flash.
We See Far, I say…
Our sockets go further
Than rockets could ever fathom,
Even though our pockets
Don’t contain enough change
For standard and poor
To make cents of our
“Currency-tuation”
We see you…
We see through your mist,
Using the same elements
Which demystified diety
And reconciled the mind
Of men to the existence of God.
