I Out Of I Poem by Ndeipanda Aindongo

Find I. Buried in heaps of Gore
beneath once revered allegorical lore.
pull I. out of destitute wells, with pulleys of sinews
the length of which is the price for your serenity.

Discover I. A beautiful rubble,
raped by the passing of time with no hands.
Embrace I. your unknown origin
a forest altar you never gazed upon.

Release I. From this place of internment,
where I have waited for a thousand sunsets.
Celebrate I. To find worth in your hated existence
Find you in I, the point of your resurgence.