Sunday, April 6, 2014

Day 6: Conundrum

Photo: Caras Ionut
Inscription is mine

Time stands at a halt
In the weighty silence of the crypt.
A lifetime of ingenuity is flung
At the intrusion of random privacies.
Legend is blasphemed
By otiose vocalizing.
In dark places
Glorified evil lounges;
Moans of societal slaved ignorant
Are multiplied and comparatively arrant.
Desolate hopes
Tinged with a bitter-sweetness, evoke
In finely-crafted language, the throes
That, like slavery's coffles restrain men's souls.
Window blinds of reality is six-foot thick.
And the darkness is deeper than it seems.
Truth stumbles in there.
Vision trips in its snare.
Yet the secrets of lives are laid bare
In the ominous wake of creative despair.
Purpose is a mechanism of circumstance;
It dangles disconnected and out of balance
Like the critical play out of a gross penance.

Akpan


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