Of Me In Me Poem by Tunji Ibrahim

I have sneaked... into the silent cacophony of my mind: the impalpable cog of the congenial invisible that appears to have housed my being... hard to be excited over the moon when darkness fails to betray nature; the mirror gives no exact reflection... Wrong is inherent in being right, perhaps wisdom emanates from a tinge of reason such as heaping the coals on the stream of tears for cleansing the eyes of dirt. How do we judge a wrong when a right is wrong? My soul attenuates the cadence of my mind when no reason seems to march my failure and success; but when my soul marches the gall of my spirit, my mind fails to carry the weight of my weary flesh and bones.