Beyond Poem by Adeosun Olamide

In the corridors of the multitude,
We hear the longings we had,
The peace in the belly of the rebellious,
Those that drew their curtains,
They beckon,
We rise from the benches we have been,
Into the passages

They wrap themselves with a sailor's tale,
The fair mistresses, the women in the dress
The moan of girls, stripped, reaching heaven
The rats in the wall, a bruised one, weeping
And in the moments, silence too, endured
Our eyes lodged in scars do feel,
But was it the sun or the moon,
Was it day, was it night?
Our memory deep, absent, wanders back
To the clouds where there are faces,
Scattered faces with an endless belly

We cannot sleep, the living can
We walk away from the loveliness, wrapped
We gently pass by the ocean,
We gently pass, the gale hungry for the stars
We gently pass the darkness
We gently pass, neglected nights raging its decay
We came by the snow and hid ourselves in the bears
We came by the rocks, to the wolves, for the brooks,
Where we drown the drought that has held us
We cannot carry emptiness, the dead can

In the brooks we came, were us
Pore on the surface, I see bubbles,
A boy I was reaches to drown,
A boy I was, at peace, asleep in the deep,
Then it vanishes, a blur
Another looks through me or beyond me,
She saw a child run into the mist
Taking the silence, the waning discernment,
She followed, the endless trail left,
And when gone, past to where we be bound for
We made a home there for her naked remains,
And rested in the parlor we have made,
Such, to be loved by the sun she adored,
To be caressed by the breeze she sought
But it was smoke, the ray from the sun
A nurture to bloom, then the ashes of flowers burnt,
And the winds forgetting rotted fruits
Brings withered leaves and odors to us
We looked back, reaching,
To return to the crowded room,
To return, frightened men