phenomenon

PHENOMENON

we could speak of the infinite speech
Which flows thru my marrow
Or the entangled tame
thru the plants of a dying man

shall we beseech the calling
Which in no way sees his dream
To the undying memory
of every dwelling things

as the stars choruses collectively
searching at the bushy guy
man making the equal way to the sky
wondering who they true ly are.

there is imaginative and prescient within the darkness
Which sees through the calming thoughts
And to the give up of each mind
Lies their curious self

Olusegun M. Lawal