egoli - a
rambling by wilhelm vincent
in the
city of gold
lies a
memory we share
truthful
and naive;
i
rebelled at your ivory towers
spat at
your institutions
debauched
i walked in your noisy street
took the
candy from the man on the corner
it led to
my downfall
i vowed
not to return until i was ready
divine
intervention decided for me
i knew it
was time to dance with my demons
they
appeared, as expected, one by one
it was
the moment i saw You at the ivory tower;
i knew I
had the bravery for the dance
and that
i will see the other side
sitting
at the dinner table
with the
lingering
mending
cranial damage; You assisted
at that
table i learnt
not all
who come across as arrogant, are
i learnt
that foes can become friends
and the
outsider the inspiration
it was in
hell’s kitchen
where i
made peace with the demons of my past
it was in
hell’s kitchen
where
zimbo told us everything is okay
it was in
hell’s kitchen
where
burroughs winked at You and i
knowing
that we know what is more than enough
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