they spoke. they stretched. so unbelievable hot. the fan was buzzing. holding my breath. can't sleep. ways to paradise. torment. the alarm goes of and I get up. cockroaches scatter. dripping sink. everything is either moist or wet. I see faces when I close my eyes. so much I still don't understand.

the days of thunder are still here
coming over us like rain

u know that sound
picture it
feel it
feel the rain.

sketchy roads
the air. that smell. of burned animal flesh and sweet fruits. exhaust and soil. elephants and waterbuffalo's. watch it children of the unsafe. the damed. the demented. we are all fools... I can see that now. I hear it. I can even taste it. yet we learn. but we do not learn enough and it always seems to be too late.

I have visions
of Africa

rising from the sea
the dead space

plagiroty
movements of the forgotten
now they stand
by the edge
holding hands
looking to each others eyes
smile calmly

they jump
into the unknown
into the vastness of the sea

ready to be
forgotten