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TODAY ~BY CHIDIEBERE ANNABEL IIO
Today I heard you.
Who are you?
You are something that is me, I know now.
Why did we make that choice? Why did I choose this?
Today you showed an arm.
Today I heard you.
Who are you?
You are something that is me, I know now.
Why did we make that choice? Why did I choose this?
Today you showed an arm.
Don’t waste your flowers on my grave
don’t weep for me
I won’t care.
When night falls and the new dark
is not so dark, after all
don’t look to the stars
I won’t be there.
Daylight
does not burn for anyone.
The sunrise
does not break because it’s pretty.
The sun skips like a flat stone
Across the unruffled water.
I enter with one exaggerated stride
through the skin of the lake,
down across layers of increasing gray
towards the center of the earth.
Our struggles are vain; life is void.
Darkness has reigned; can man be free?
The earth is curious…a valley of mystery.
Your starry white flower garden
A spectacle to behold—a blaze,
Now appears somewhat obscure
Is it the sight or my gaze?
Through every realm lies a mortuary of dreams.
Where Oak trees fell.
There weeds bore trees.
Fading memories slowly linger,
Like mist on a rainy vesper.
On the coldest nights of solitude,
I think of your irresistible pulchritude.
Walk
through your front door,
the house is dark,
even with all the curtains opened
and lights turned on
go to the nearest bathroom mirror,
a man lying on the floor,
When friends meet at first glance, do they speak with their toes
and frown with their smiles and greet with elbows?