Friday, April 15, 2016

Day 14: Stand As 10,000


Sometimes, the sun might rise in the west
And set in the east
Scorching the skies like a fire-breathing beast.
Often at such times
We are found in the garden of the
Hurricane’s eye.
The logs of rut that lie in our path
Inevitably give way and depart.
We find the inner mystery willing
Evoking details of passion
Swift in its gushing
Like a fountain spewing out a ocean.
There we rediscover our selves
Only to be lost in the revelation of the true self.
Suddenly,
Veiled oracles speak
With the silence of the seas
Narrating explicit secrets
In recently familiar mysteries.
Bidding the we of ourselves
To crack out of hardened shells
Calling us to stand as ten thousand
And get our butts off the shelf.

Akpan



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