Discrepancies

I colour you marmalade -

bitter horn, fangs, claws, sinews, fur - all manifested;

reborn to roar.
 

Guilt trapped under your paws

you shake your mane wild;

tongue licking cracked skin off my bareback

to the rhythm of an unborn light.

You leap over a tethered sun

and wrangle it in a dying sky,

boisterously unplugging this oncoming night

to make it mine; reclaim your life.
 

Unbridled on the edges of Masaai Mara

with songs stolen from Talek's water,

I search for a restart button

and make dreams out of paper boats.
 
 
 
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