CONTROLLED EXPERIMENT
The world, endless in its vastness,
Can be a shitty hole, lonely like a gnome
Trapped in an ancient cave…
Or an ecosystem, self-sustaining, flourishing
With warmth exuded by companions,
Friends and strangers.
I’ve been behind the wooden door of my single
Room for days, sent myself like a rebel into exile, forged
Enemies out of the many faces of outside world.
It’s a controlled experiment, I am the specimen,
My phone is alive, hale and hearty, but I’ve
Failed to link her up with the flirty internet.
I am alive, but curious, and one bad thing
About curiosity, it has a cunning way of disrupting
The flow of our inner peace.
It’s been five days now and counting, exile
Has been fun, and I’ve unearthed some luminous
Clans in the country of my body I never knew existed,
I’ve redefined love as selfhood, say the best form of love
Is love for self. Just one thing, only one thing has been unsettling
My black skin, no one, not boyhood friends nor astute colleagues,
Outside my family circle, dropped by to ensure
A soul still dwells in one of the rooms in my body.