What's Left of The Resurfacing of Memory

Tap my Head,
Tap my Heart,
to see what I can see.

The tiniest seed that could not grow
is still stirring in my brain.

Look at me
in the eyes;

Said Ubuntu and I cried.

Breathe in,
Breathe out,

I'll open my ribcage wide.
And what would I be if you weren't all living in my spine?

I stood there until the hot water

ran

out.