Energy
Enough fuel for a one way journey into history
Turn back
But halfway there… he must have looked down / at the fishing boats / strung out like bunting
Infinity
…a figure of eight
Mental death
My mother never spoke again in his presence
Mental vs physical
He must of wondered which had been the better way to die
Cover up
Bandage up me eye with me own history
Leader
Tousissant L’Overture… a slave with vision
No mind of your own
Dem tell me What dem want me to tell me
Nurse
Mary Seacole… a healing star… a yellow sunrise
Realisation
I carving out me own history