Friday, April 17, 2015

Day 17: The Wind


I feel the gush of the wind
Beneath, lifting me off my feet
And my water runs deep.
Mystery rapes my reason
And my unconsciousness got fertilized
Birthing a stampede of unspoken seductions.
It shades and dapples my mind
With a wide spectrum of exotic imagination.

Then I walk in a door
Ineradicable, to witness ineptitude roar
My status is displaced
On a diagram of men
And so are my ways.
But no one will take this from me
Even if their minds were warped and drilled
Like the depths of a valley.

Not if their arrogance
Is the peak of a mountain.
The panther within pounces on zephyr
And underneath are the wings of desire.

Akpan



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