The Unfolding Poem by Anitah Muwanguzi
The Unfolding
turn the pages, braced for the aftermath of every aftermath
the leaves of amendment they beckon
layers of stratums of mystery
night falls, but soon is awakened by the kiss of dawn
waxing molten is fore knowledge
assailed by inexperience
the maze holds its own keys
and the keyhole is shaded by identity
desperate to be found but flailing lost in the fray
the future
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