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Fifth Night - Austin Ogbenigho Odiri
O’ how old was the night
I do not know
Except that fire eked out bright
Except that like lawless state
Deracinate her saints
Eroded on errands at Euboea
Always celebrated in shoveled shadows
To beggars derailing progress given
I have been far from earth
Either had been
Sleeping in steaming sea or air
My throat sated of songs
I volume null more
But these “tan li gere”
Suffusing banes are groping blinding
As raindrops or thunderstorms
Or as shoal of poppies
As they tarnish beggars and good men
Bit by speed
In this sea we wait awhile
Eros I tell you;
When we had liberty ends our loving
And tempered are eyes hoping
Single aim united us multi destroyed us
Almost circa fifty-nine birthday megs
My state has let on her legs
To walk herself
Yet acrid nectar we occupied
Diop whom candles shadows
Of love and hope
Ogbenigho that beginning of wealth
Is the beginning of death
O’ who shall ask, who shall ask?
“Why I sleep in sea or air?
Or why heads sleep up and wake up
In another fifth night
More fretted of her approaching light
With onion and scourge
Hunter’s cries upon the snakes
The snakes upon the eggs
The eggs against themselves
Then some shall sleep,
Some shall suffer
And more tankers and bloods
Than ever re-brought
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This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.
Dreams, desires, id and ego.
This poem is about our failure to feel fulfilled by our constant consumption of life.
Read it and find out.