Bliss Of Koinonia Poem by David Olughu

Eyes, stark red.
Lips muttering words unknown.
Nose twitching as I sniffle cataarh after cataarh.
Ears peaked out like an antenna.
Hands shaking vigorously.
Legs vibrating like a grinding machine.
I can't sustain my weight, I fall.
I fall and even roll,
from left to right without control.
Teas burst like waterfall.
Laughter erupts like the croak of a frog.
Drenched by sweat and dust;
I've been intoxicated.
I think I drank too much.
Too much Godka.
Now I'm drunk.
Drunk in the place of prayer.
The bliss of koinonia.

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