little lady of mine
all she wants is to see the sky
she doesn't know she's in love
with a cloud that's way too high
i'm coming home
home to her
she eludes like bluest birds
she's haunting me
mocking me
leading me nowhere at all
i'll follow her
and i'll die for her
when i am blue
she is too
it's the only shade we know
our hearts the same
so we share
everything from joy to pain
this summer day quickly changes
to autumn and i fall all over her
into her
i have no control at all
❧ raury, "her"
Well.
There it was.
Naked and ugly - a hairless mole rat too blind to see how wretched it really was.
The prudent thing for Xosa to do would be to explain himself.
You know, describe the lurid circumstances that led to him writing a literal bible dedicated to Sunkanmi's tragic past lives, the countless stories intertwined irrevocably with his own, and the devastating, enduring love they shared throughout the ages. How the flames of history licked Xosa's cheeks and how he staggered away burned each time, coughing up someone else's smoke.
'You see,' Xosa would've started, 'You and I are not actually strangers. And we've known each other in a spiritual sense long before the two of us actually met. So I-...'
And?
So what?
Xosa speaks truth to power and this all magically goes away? Their handcuffs mysteriously unlock and they go their separate ways and forget the past two months as if none of this mattered?
(but does it?)
(matter?)
Justifying his actions would tip them past the point of no return. Their interactions before this moment were mere pretense, a vision of civility and distance.
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