Sisters at fight...
daughters of quarrelling thunder.
have mercy our lady the queen of silvery rainbows
laugh not brothers at shiny cloud.
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in the hornets nest stirred he of the forgotten song
at the tiger tail gnawed she of the saltywomb.
my ears are spread as mat to the ground
as my eyes have thouht become.
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Grinding corn in a mill
Creates only sheep
For a fox I see not...
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Under the sun making hays of ideas
For raining days of no hays.
Enemies cluster as pots of locust swamp,
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Holding your undying legacy,
Your undying legacy I held.
Nnemmbala!
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Taking the snuff of memory,
The goddess of memory I wooed.
For ‘she' hour has come,
Nwaokikeudobi my grand forest.
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As I wash myself in you,
Our everlasting river,
Of whose sacred saliva,
My progenitors drank of,
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You are a rose among thorns.
Feed me with your love lest I die.
Like a wild deer in the desert
I am utterly dead…
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The dancing city
In a dancing mood,
Filled, she is with poetic orgasm.
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As my head journeyed,
Journeyed through the rugged face of the desert,
‘Tired, I am, of wandering, '
Said she.
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