bone of spoken birth

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bone of spoken birth

natured in a morning scent

monk of unusual set

sought to make a cool breathe

to sustain shaky winking sight.


selah!

a voice I heard In the modern hunt

accused an aftermath hazy sage court 

spoken by a young burly cot

tied for a clashing whites nail of the mouth court


Selah!

why this cot?

why not a heritage lot?

why Joseph flee learned?

when hills are mounts and mount are hills

we long for each other's embrace

As the brotherhood bone speaks again.


strings of my root unclad 

from world savagery band

be mine and I forever be glad.


Ayeni Taiwo

©2022


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Really look forward to seeing you publish overview of your on your works bro....
30 April 2022 at 23:53
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