Johannesburg: head in the clouds…
The masses of soft and inviting pillows
carrying our cares away on lovely, floaty billows.
evaporating our sorrows in a wispy rush of delight.
And thus we descend into the dreamy night
wherein we can assess our flaws by pools of ashy light:
assess the process to regress into madness.
To digress, to progress or to proceed towards an egress.
Redirect the indirect to the direct; a directive,
from the up, the down, the all around;
enclosing me like a mud-filled envelope…
I redirect my indirect directness as per the directive,
to the up, the down, the all around;
…gladness,entrenched in me like a holy spring of eternal Hope in my soul, my heart:
This one had more power, from the start.
© Annalinde Louw 2012
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This piece was written on 7 September 2012