Mawethu Nkosana Nkolomba
The Almost Twelve-Hour Poem
How voice breaks to awaken new dawns and people / Between us is love / Between us is hate / Between us is misconception / Between us is reaching / Between us is tired / Between us is peaking still
Poem for Myesha
Poets do not die, / They flutter / militantly / Transposing eventualities / and acuity / death is alchemy / and range / it is paramountcy / Transcendence
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