In My Note Poem by CHISENGA KENNETH

The charming ulutations of the fading footsteps
are scribbed with red ink, with no fullstops
in the paradim of change of graves
and blank civilisation pages
sinking, deep in the roots of broken boats
of a dying shabby purppets in the wilderness of no return,
In my notebook was written acapellago twilight
of light that trascends the life of the sterlile, thats,
in my notebook, written are the forgotten time
of failures and incompetent more equal animals of George Orwell
and the "Stars of Good Hope to Come" in the midst of all
fancy notebooks that have been collected in the lobes,
as fascinating as it is in frozen stAte of dilema
and real failure following forefathers being fetched from the grave
for the third breathless life of pain, silence is life
in thenotebook of astonishing twist of silent footsteps
that brings pain, pain? pain unheard sounds of the footsteps that disappear. that's dying alive and burried standing in isolation and silence.