January 29, 2017

Awe: A Poem by Ibikunle Laniyan

My Being I Cannot Know And Because It Can not be known with certainty,posterity hangs in the balance. And all the colours of rainbows are smitten before dawn. Grill now thy sinew to coy the heavenly moisture at thy boon.When mortal gems in their ignoble den betrothed,callous biles,a good samaritan becomes. We are appalled at the indignities of time,to pulse this inscrutable,but nevertheless,impulsed to racketeer morbid modicum of mortal fair share of grief and despair.His grail spared no womb,to hersel And in this aw. Man's

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