Pendulum Poem by Chidiebere Ekere

An internal prod
Brings you
To your itchy feet
Guides
Your eyes: already on the move
To that irresistible ripeness
And you
The Adamic freeman
Re-selfed
Rend those repressive
Communal weights.

Starved and inviolate longing
Untamed hunger
From your heart
That has now sunk down
To beat
At the dark depths of your being
And oh! That seed
Of interminable fear
And shame
When you repossess
Yourself again.

Already is that reddish thing
Blossoming out
And those sparks
Which reveal your world and all
Your learnings and civilizations
Your science and technology and all
Eternally oscillating
Between knowledge and unknowledge.