Oluwatamilore Daniel Poems

I am debauched by immanent darkness,
no credo, no godless incense leads me.
Through these foibles, cognitive ecstasy,
I thunder strike at Old nick's haughtiness.
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Playing a game of Commoness,
light steps of conscious mersmerism,
I back the brightness,
Yet I hunger for his shame.
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A sip, and I slip into sleeping slopes.
I slumber, remain a Dumber Dumber.
A glance, I remain tranced in blissful wonder.
I sup upon Psyche, oh! mental hopes.
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Me:
Me upon Myself, upon I are we
Me as dawn supplanting the dying dusk
Alpha of the cycle, fragile a disk
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