A jouney in queue

Jessica instructs the pilgrim


From Stephanie to Havana
And Havana to Novena
Novena to Kentia
The pilgrim with a punctured
Heart sailed on and on
Until attaining.


The Temple came
Then Jessica instructed ;

‘What was,
What is,
And what shall be
Will not ever truly be
For what unravels is,
Mere a flame
Of blow- off game by
Space and time.’


‘Words;
Are they better
And juicier ,
Kicky enough
To sink one ever,
Than the wine
In the cup
Of ripened lips?
Or the journey
Is yet in queue?’


The temple echoed
Jessica’s laughter.