Treasure Island

Feyisayo Anjorin

(April 29,1983 / Akure, Nigeria)

I will remember


You remind me of so many impossibilities,
Like holding to the air with the hands,
Like blocking the sun’s light with human hands,
Like reading the future’s flow in the hands.

You remind me of so many impossibilities,
Like stopping the passage of time,
Like falling down while sleeping on the floor,
Like making sense while drunk with wine.

You remind me of many impossibilities
Like living with no air,
Like staying dry after falling into deep waters,
Like living happily in the midst of fear.

You are something I'll never long to have,
Something, too vain to chase,
Too ugly to deserve an attentive gaze,
Too vain to reach or aim
Because the life I long to live,
will be impossible if you are the vision that drives me.

Submitted: Monday, April 20, 2009
Edited: Tuesday, July 05, 2011

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