Go na le mollo thabeng. Fire! Fire!
Can I run the risk of giving into the full stretch of this anguish
Tormenting my body like a reservoir hugging warm pain
Your staccato name, a hiccup high in my throat may choke
And bloat my face shaking it loose of its signature smile
Stumbling its way through the detritus of love in its dissolving
Pillows scented fortnightly, medleys of 6Lack & Anna Graves
Brown muffins, flat whites, and shaded hesitant hymens
The mercury is falling, mercurial rising, silver beads of prayer
Oh, insubordinate defunct heart suffering an amnesia of telos
Pump all the grief from the valleys and lowly places within me
Flush out the effluent and let the run-off run out to the sea
Make a mermaid out of me so that I can follow it into vastness
