Abdullah Musa

I who is alone
Wrong for long
in my inner earth

Waiting for the eternity of my eternal
for grapes to ripe in their wrapper

No more rage in race
to talk to a wary soul
to see what I want her to see
the wants of our need
To receive a huge hug from a hallow hut
To wage war
I must wail this peace
Can now sleep with zero aim
in the amazement of life that preceded my being
I who is alone