Dyslexiod
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Waiting for a marathon quest;
Feasting on every page gallery;
Holding up to the wandering gaze
In ecstatic pleasures.
Wanting nothing but wit
In its purely refined form undilute.
Yet, it all seems like stargazing
Forgetfulness another gazing
Guest we've welcomed quietly
Even solid relics are now antics
I read; you read; we've burnt the night adroitly,
When our eyelashes clap tirelessly before resting.
How, how can we sail on our utopic cosmos?
How, how can we?
How can we manoeuvre our errors quest,
When all pathways are made of steel maze;
When our sensory power house suffocates,
Bleeding floods to cool its tensed nerves.
How can we, you unruly child?
Now,
Let's hold hands no more,
As your romantic journey ends with me.
Forgive our unborn treasure
Whose pride I've hoped to guide privily
From your seductive gaze
Till you die in desolate.
Ayeni Taiwo
©2022
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