Sentinel Poetry (Online) #57 ISSN 1479-425X

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Jumoke Verissimo

 

Whole Fragments

(For Labyrinths).

 

On this deluge of sparseness

have my tendrils split the scales of their twining

far-far, into a distance unforeseen in the mind of mystics….

 

I have sampled learning from these labyrinths' secret; preserved,

drizzles of musings resisting

the heats of collective amnesia.

 

What if he had rained more pieces of magic sapphire? — that Okigbo —

that heritage of an unborn…

 

Now I pore into that least of his less —

discourses of all those,

I-read-him, I-read-what-looks-like-him,

I-knew-who-knew-him, I-knew-what-read-like-him….

 

Words of wishes have gathered greatness

into a will to swindle time,

or break wind — one that carries its smell into a trillion myth

in memory of a memory that stays a memory…

  

In yearnings I hear Silence…

 

driving ignorance into a compulsion of assumptions

what if…

renders itself an anthem, that torments our desires….

 

I pray and watch for Distances…

  

But Heavensgate is a fiction when our longings are unfulfilled

how can…

is the incomprehensiveness we welded a man's worth with.

 

I wait to break these Limits…

 

If only I could trail this Path of Thunder

 

    

     Jumoke Verissimo

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