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I commission my tarnished brain
to wake you up with its fond hand of memories,
so we could jointly beg time to flip its face
and greet us with the night we first met
after meeting many times between pages,
that night you were surmounted Poet Laureate of this land.
Zwakala Mazisi Kunene! Zwakala!
flow in every drop of ink we today inscribe,
speak to us through us,
tell us of creativity that led your feet
to the red carpet of literary emperors,
whisper wisdom reaped from the...