I Have Had Zero Life.

I have been to a point of Zero Life,

At a certain conference conversing with the creator, there was I.

Neither on earth nor the after-world, but we floated on some space.

With no breath cause inhaling had no meaning but still floated comfortably,

Yes I have had Zero life.

My feet had turned into some smoky figure with shape as a mermaid tail,

I could not feel it though, but it kept me floating in the air as a rocket.

But this rocket was not rumbling or roaring rather rested calmly.

So in this conference called for by the creator,

He told me my time has been exhausted.

Like a tale on it’s climax my get-up-and-go activity was to be concluded.

Would I have played dumb dumb, Like I had been eluded?

No, it was all cleared.

For a moment I had became a seer,

I saw myself kick the bucket, Oh yes I expired.

It was hot as a dry day in the desert.

Mama was in black veil, black wrapper but never felt the heat.

I saw her heating up as the poor threads of a shirt being the victim of a pressing iron,

Somehow the heat was put off by the the tears,

The tears which ran from the eyes through the sides of the nose, down to the ground.

I turned to the creator and asked him why?

He looked at me in the eye and equally asked why?

Why would I rather let you live like a goalkeeper on penalty kicks just to catch hell fire?

Why would I rather let you battle the dark African buffalo all alone,
I had given you a Paraclete, 
but to you, to you he was  just another one of the noisy bees that sting your ear on the batter ground.
T.B.C


Rabson