Makanjuola
Makanjuola
Darkness too thick to be called darkness
Emptiness, void
Nothing seems to make sense
Yet from the darkness, hope speaks
Makanjuola
How do I explain to hope?
That I have...
Of things that will never fade
OF THINGS THAT WILL NEVER FADE
Yewande Adebowale · Of Things That Will Never Fade
There is a thing that will never fade
a caring heart that...
Irredeemably incompatible
Irredeemably incompatible
I once lived with a chronically incompatible couple
they were square-peg-and-round-hole disqualified
living under a sole roof
chronicling divergence
they were an exception -
the unlike poles that...
Home is a metaphor for belonging
HOME
home is a metaphor for belonging
a deep longing which has now found its rest
home is where you hear heart's joyous leaping
it is that place...
Of time, of age and other fleeting things
Of time, of age and other fleeting things
Do you never tire
of the slow motion of a constant stroke or of the tick-tock
of Olympian detachment?
On...
In Days Now Here
IN DAYS NOW HERE
As the sun goes slowly blind
As day gives way to night
Does the earth bring forth works of the nocturnal kind
To light
As...
How long will the sane remain?
HOW LONG WILL THE SANE REMAIN?
It hunts sanity
like a crazed pride of desperately starved lions
on hunt for prey
launching verocious attack
on body, bone, biscuit bone...
