Simpa Omoluabi Poems

I will wear you out if it is good to wear you out
Address me like a letter bomb
So when I address you
You don't read my message
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From the trees, from the grooves, from the fountains
the brides are compelled to a weaver's shed.
Who are you with queer workings that detains
ghosts, leaving chores, to observe you instead?
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Nightfall is a mountain heap of ashes
for the day is a legendary bird.
Cinders sedating the world to slumber,
remains on which an enmassed sleep cashes,
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You can hear the dream for tonight bleating;
don't you understand? for you are asking,
in doubt of my love, if I do or not
love you. If you know the throats I have cut,
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The revenge of a rose
is in the promise of beauty
for the wrath of beauty
is in the awareness of totality.
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The progenitors are the past of the future,
but coming and goingthe children come after them,
and what comes after trails
and what trails is behind.
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I
The embodiment of beauty
is unmasked in your face,
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Two new moons are formed
when a circle eclipse a circle.

When two revolutions have a set
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If love is true, could it this be
this unheedful happiness stirring in the bones,

like honey stirring in your joints...
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Nightmare in a chimeric splendour
Of ember-hearted pigeons moving aloft to the sunset,
While women, old and young, out of the grainfields,
Bemoan the Seraph of Daybreak in the dunes of nightfall.
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