Apologies

My epic ending for the chapter is delayed as I am busy studying for the GRE's, but it will be coming soon enough, please be patient with me:

To appease you, here is a poem I wrote inspired by Homi Bhabha:








Seeking recourse;
Seeking purple,
but not red,
or green,
or anything in/between.

Seeking boundedness,
and not some
post-colonial grit.
For it's not newness that
defines us,
it's not the momentary tugs
which pull all directions
directionless.

No,
I will not seek
for the very act is between
worlds.

And yet here I am;

An etymological study
of humanity
leads to defeat,

I am un/one.