Planet "X "

Eternity dawdles by
To the choir of crickets
To the twinkle of a shine

A fiery gale rides by
On a much awoken town

And no brows raised
To the eternal pruning rush

Perched on an ankle of the sea
She plays host to the gust of rush

Beneath her gaze
We make our nest of cold mats
And gnawing claws
---- the quake of clutched sacs
slouched by timid home- breakers

Upstairs , Upstairs..., she is a stream
Of slapping feet and paddling rides
Of honking chords strained from noise
Ferried on a network of twigs
Dipped into the sea
Like ants, on an uphill climb

Upstairs.........
Searing flashes pierce the
delicate sultry skies
In a rhythm of beauty and pride
Of mystery and awe
A priest clad in diamond-studded black

How found her support ?
Aye !
Mother of foundations
Jericho-sturdy twigs
Of freshly baked Ajao steel
Lacing the extremes of the seas
A touch
Of Ananse's wizardry flair

Of the many shores of the waters
Abideth on the third mainland is
A World on its own

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