Details of me are pasted to
eternity
I am a stranger to fear,
A well-blended anomaly.
My beginning is further than
here;
I am the pitch of night.
What I will be trumps
despair.
In the quest to discover
The depths of a gifted
individual,
When it seems impossible to
uncover
His deep but hidden essences.
It makes a whole lot of sense
To construct peculiar verses
To have a ledge with which to
reach,
To thrust, to mount up, to
bridge
Until the unattainable is
breached.
Akpan
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