Deep Ends Poem by Akujuobi Chijioke

I never left my consciousness behind
I only let it slip and retrieved it
Like a once stolen child.
In the event of a sale
My curator is the Merchant of Venice;
Sold like a priceless jewel.
My conscience was subject to futility
A futile harmony that nests on bipolar
The craving of an immortal existence
The emotions of a supernatural fierceness
That controls sacred inhibitions
Sacred only to the inclinations of dust.

I rose to the defeat of my mind
I only stood on fiery petals
Like the lost angel that kissed the Venus Flytrap,
That espoused merciless purity
That wailed at the death of insanity
The insanity of an unspoken force
That thrives in the hearts of men
Wielding a deceptive strength
That pushes the energies to colossal impunity.
Mindful to those governed by illicit desires,
The force muscles up unabated
Plundering to the last kernel.

But I rise,
Never scared of the fall
For in my depth, my strength abounds;
Soaring in the infinite seas
Basking with eternal minds
At the threshold of evanescence...