I long to be lost in you to find no way out
To know the heights of your dreams
And the depths of your deepest secrets
I want to squeeze into the corners of you
To touch where no hand has been
If I had but a few words
Before death’s dark oblivion
I would unfold my heart
Until no thicker than paper
So that you may mark
The mark you made in me
And know it will remain
Beyond the final beat
For if love more true than fact
Does not outlive the flesh
Then the soul itself is fiction
And all this less than a dream
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Troydon
Troydon Wainwright is a philosopher and Reiki Master based in Cape Town. Born with mild cerebral palsy and dyslexia, Toydon learnt to write as a way to overcome the barriers his dyslexia placed in front of him. “I wrote my way out of dyslexia,” said Troydon, “or at least to the point where reading and writing aren’t a problem anymore.”
During the day he works as an educational facilitator (someone who helps special needs students cope academically and become more independent). At night he dedicates his time to writing. He has won a Nova award for his short story, The Sangoma’s Storm, and been a feature poet at the Off the Wall poetry readings in Cape Town and at Cape Town Central Library. Three of his poems were also included in the anthology Africa’s Best New Poets. He has also been published in the South African Literary journal, New Contrast. One of his Facebook posts, in which he took a stand against racism, has gone viral (http://www.troydonwainwright.com/when-love-went-viral/).
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