The words that seem difficult to put together. The folly in never knowing how to say what should be said. Linger in the smoke piping from this stick of incense how it flows, mimic its continuous meanderings. It is difficult to put words together Finding a different voice, your muse can never stay the same but only gradually change. Avoiding a digress The one unknown to others, what you think of all day Write of that. Use words that come easily to you but this will never be enough. Collapse the boundaries you build around yourself This place seemed safer without the high walls that surround its complex beauty. Constriction fucked the poet And till day breaks A flick of a matchstick Ready to burn something else. Finding it simple to feel again take in fear as it is, something that comes and goes and never can stay. Tell love it’s just the same Lie and tell me love doesn’t resemble the ebb at shore. How restless you can get letting something come in and slowly leave more often that you’d like. You still watch Waiting for it to come back, still sitting in patience waiting for the right to write perhaps beginning with writing letters to all of my estranged and those I am estranged. Listen to the ebb how the water confessed its love to motion, how it left but came back. Accepting what you can at the time, find these words difficult to say and so nothing is said. - Siphelele Veti