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Staring Into The Past
Ike K. Osuchukwu |
A picture froze the history of a dawn I called yesterday.
Justifying an illumination I spent in a space of time.
I found a world and wore a garment to see through it's lenses.
Wherein I lost my torpidity in the misty eyes of quagmire.
We were told of legends who spoke of voices to conform
So peace the food of the conformer
Smooched us like the smell of pine needles in winter.
We bonded like the molecules of a sizzling melody
A flow of chemistry smoother than the curves on pebble.
Such was my swim across the rivers of symbolism.
My coat still drenching little dots in the sand!
Conforming propagators whispering like lilliputians
Wondered of what nature my life would become.
For long, I staggered like a drunk
Along winding pathways by the sea.
I let lullabies from palm trees guide me
Through mashed mellowed and evergreen lanes.
In search of miracles dancing on the streets of wonders.
It was a picture parcel
Tied together with tears and droplets of smiles.
The truth lay there like a thread on a straight line,
It won't speak till spoken to
As I stare at my youthful face
Smiling through the photograph on my wall.
Today I live in a land where gods are born
Jogging along the streets of miracles.
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