THESE WORDS WILL SURVIVE THE TIDES TO REACH YOU
PERHAPS WHEN
THAT MOMENT ARRIVES
YOU WILL FIND
A WRINKLE IN TIME
TO REVERSE
THE CURSE
YOU CHOSE TO LABEL
YOURSELF
WITH.
WRITE SOMETHING.
WRITE ANYTHING.
VIBE OFF THIS
PERHAPS WHEN
THAT MOMENT ARRIVES
YOU WILL FIND
A WRINKLE IN TIME
TO REVERSE
THE CURSE
YOU CHOSE TO LABEL
YOURSELF
WITH.
WRITE SOMETHING.
WRITE ANYTHING.
VIBE OFF THIS
Iyeoka Ivie Okoawo
posted by Iyeoka at 11/22/2005 11:34:00 PM
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Her
Lips moving like a dusty serpents curving
over compacted and crumbling humps of earth
Like snow rivers melting, weaving between boulders
Like the sleep-slumped mountains that lay back
cleaving their shrugging shoulders into the horizon,
Her lips are moving and
Irregular-shaped slabs of rock are heaved by her tongue and tipped out of her mouth
left behind in broken heaps
And her voice is the raw rub of newly formed skin against a sandpaper sky
And her
Lips are moving
Rearranging themselves like tumbleweeds
Strumming down a deserted coal mine
And the tired mountains are on their elbows
droopy-eyed and yawning
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