I trust you
As much
As Zimbabwean promise.
But change,
Is trawling though
It's incited infancy.
And the suckling babe
Progresses;
Pearly translucence
Of first bite.
Blossoms forth
First words.
Years.
First love
First kiss
First enamoured dream
First hope
First try
First crack
First and final
Nervous breakdown.
The grappling
Realisation hits.
We
Are like sediments,
Pained menial existence
Of Time's consoling comfort.
A pity.
Is it not so?
That our directions
Streak different skies;
Dazzling chrome and soaring ruby
Brilliance.
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