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JAMES AGADA
I AM POETRY
I am the rainbow before the storm the promise of serenity after these rumblings these whirlwinds of energy urgently released.
I am the caress of gurgling wavelets patiently smoothing out the rough edges of every pebble and outcrop carving a channel for thought in hard minds.
I am the fluttering of fragile membranes carrying every randy moth down the pheromone trail lustily embracing the cold rays of lifeless bulbs.
I am the song of the evening bird mourning the dying day trussed in a harmattan gauze ancient mummies burrowing back to the certitude of bricks, blocks and earth.
I am the message greater than the messenger the idea behind the mind seeking urgent delivery a voice without speech awaiting comprehension.
I am the chant of the shaman the praisesong of the oracle the incantations that arouse the ancestors conjuring warriors from the walls.
I am the last gasps of a dying heart reluctantly giving up claims to sorrows and plans bewildered by the long stretch of eternity.
I am the longing baying of a werewolf at the slow death of the full moon the horror of discovery, the terror of confessions the reality of ephemerance.
I am the song in your heart that you cannot sing the rhythms that you cannot share.
I am poetry.
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