BLANK
As
intense as the heat of the sun at noon,
So
was my gaze at nothingness
As
I sat still
Wearing
the expression of a corpse
Whose
eyes where never shut
Still
as the night
Lost
in the turbulence of my mind
As
the storms of confusion
Persistently
clouded my judgments…
Peering
into the soul of the unknown
Words
have become dinosaurs in my head
As
I search for its Jurassic world
Battling
extinction
Not
sparing my eyelids a blink
If
only I could conjure spiritus Mundi
Of
William Shakespeare
And
Henry Vaughan
Descending
into the gyre
Of
their antiquated creativeness
Then
maybe
I
could create a maelstrom
From
these bare pages
To
allure all who gaze upon,
Granting
them entry
Into
the world beyond.
- Ogaba Samuel
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