Poetic Masterpiece* Poem by Thabani Khumalo

Hold up just a bit!
before I get overwhelmed by a mesmerizing fiend.
I wanted to get all fancy enough to support some fallacy,
and start a semantic nomenclature of verdict upon this piece of Stella magnitudes,

but then I couldn't see this one coming.

I clap hands in heavy shuffles of queer amazement...
It gets me flowing through the lines like a highway road -
trying to catch enough air to it like a honeycomb against the sting,
but never in these opposite times have I managed
to locate the downward course to its source.
If it were by my words of a reeling bungler,
I'd vainly swear upon sacrifice that a wizard sings.

This is poetry having come in the form of flesh,
having visited the enlightened air creatures of the difficult earth
and it got me rapidly smiling like an animated toon.
Dear Dike... Dear Poet!
You alone hold the chief bunches of this gift;
the wise mystery to a fantastic way to lead into healing.
So long I stood in front of a mirror
and spotted an agreement in my eyes -
yes I do indeed that...
I am a fan.