Immortal spills

Stuck in frill immortal spills,
Tragic dreams redeem my seeds,
I stumble.
Yanked from collapse, bank the relapse;

Stella stumps her feet in pain,
Hunters gay return this May.
Willing voyeur, grilling sober
Swear your luck to spit in vain;

Once I was afraid to try,
Now I rush with glee to fry,
Milking smoke from neon tots,
Soon we'll bleed and slip and drown

Sojourns still reflect our pain,
Friends will rise to bear the shame
Cover our fears redeem our glare
Press upon our hand to pray.

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Kasuku, Nyahururu, Kenya, 13/07/07