Open letter to the maker
Deep in the bellyOf a thousand hills
I lay in wait
For the race of running waters
A solitary adventurer
Lost in the wilderness of my mind
Before the voyage
I approach thee you gods
Offering seven substances
Of my manhood
Naked to trials by the sun
Judgement by the moon
I see visions
Beyond depths of the ocean bed
Where ''matsu'' speaks...
Impending self fulfilment
Now he forebears for me among the dead
I sing for him among the living
Here!
Where the beginning is the end
The end the beginning
Poetry by chuma okafor
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Written on 2011-01-27 at 13:26
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