That which is out is also in (8)

That which is far is within. (7)

That which is close can never be reached (9)

Despite the whirlwind, you cannot feel. (9)

Tight can never choke enough (7)

Loose is forever screwed tightly (7)

The Abyss-inian, (6)

Crawls out of your mouth to say, (7)

‘Good morning, have a good day.” (7)

The pencil sharpens itself (7)

On a humid day the trees don’t stop moving (11)

Dancing with stillness. (5)

Reach out of me (4)

Reach to the other, reach into me. (8)

Reach into silence through noise (7)

Follow two roads simultaneously, without a choice. (13)

Crouch to grow taller, (5)

Dig yourself into the earth to emerge. (10)

Resurrect, from placid seed state of stillness. (11)

Draw a map with white pencil on white paper (11)

Buried deep treasure all around. (8)

Treasure like seed, (4)

Placid seed state of stillness. (7)

Perfect placid seed state of stillness, (8)

Chewing the body because its flesh (9)

Reminds you of the reason you took your first breath (12)

When you were born out of the ocean, (9)

Emerging, (3)

With your jelly like limbs (6)

Dying to feel the sunlight (7)

Even though it burnt you crispy (8)

And you forever remained smelly (9)

With the odor of your own pain. (8)

I can try to acclaim, (6)

Or account for the moments I shared what was not asked for, (14)

It was only an attempt (7)

To make this sun tinged hue turn golden (9)

So I can be a light (6)

And be restricted for boredom. (8)

Look out to see me (5)

And you’ll never catch what infinitely flows, (11)

Magnetically, (4)

Search for things by saying never. (8)

Never will I do, be or become. (9)

Eventually I reach for something which is not me (14)

But myself, reaching for an other who is I, (12)

Tugging on my robe of stillness (8)

Shaking myself awake, (6)

The abyss-inian, who rattles their words like a snake (14)

Tongue sticking out hissing a vowel which has never been heard. (15)

Flicker on, flicker off, (7)

Try to reach for you remember (10)

Forgot through memory (6)

Remember through touch. (5)

Stay burnt and misty (5)

Stay fresh and cold (4)

Stay hissing serpent switching (7)

And swirling in pain, (5)

That abyss-inian, celebrating the rain (12)

On the hottest day in both Cape Town and Nairobi, (13)

Being burnt to the crisp while doing it, (10)

Burnt, while singing the rain song (7)

Reaching for seed (4)

Obstructing it from emerging (7)

Disrupting the placid seed state of stillness. (11)

Beautiful branches with thickness, (8)

Phallic stems with briefness (6)

I keep my mouth shut when there is something to be said. (13)

Witnessing the rain flowing down, (8)

Flooding, the sun baked city, (7)

Uncertain, when it will stop flowing out of me. (12)

You do not hear my words (5)

You taste them, (3)

Salty like the sea. (5)

How does the ocean swallow itself? (9)

I could never see me. (6)

I could never see myself (7)

So I hardly saw what I looked like (9)

When I stood in front of me. (7)

Who am I to me? (5)

Tugging on my robe (5)

So I can turn back (5)

And see me. (3)

Evil faced maniacal and free- (9)

I am crazy is what she told me (9)

I said no, I am free. (6)

I am mudness, madness lives in me. (9)

I am glittering sun on lake (8)

Twinkling stars with moon (6)

Slithering, hiss and snake (6)

I am born and reborn and reborn. (9)

Dying by consuming this flesh (8)

Dying by tasting this self (7)

Dying by feeling (5)

Feeling by experiencing ones self. (9)

I was never who I thought I was (9)

What I thought I was when I was me. (9)

I find my reflection in everything (10)

But look at the lengths I’d go through (9)

To avoid setting into me. (8)

How much of myself was me? (7)

When you looked at me, what did you see? (9)

Being away from the present moment terrifies me— (13)

I am just a reflection of myself, (10)

Searching for me, (4)

Not telling myself where I am. (8)