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By: ’Deji W. Adesoye


I’m not hermit
Don’t dwell in shell
But failing in the gist and jest
Nay, which authentic life ne’er permit

I do not babble along these corridors
Peep and play and in sanctum retire
For my soul ne’er cease to aspire
That my robe certainly bears its glowing splendor

In this culture of life attend my divinity
That in constancy may limbs and spirit in synergy fuse
Wherein lies the living-spring of fecund muse
By which unleash me from regular captivity

In this are untamed mouths awash, nay jaws
Unashamed wearing out from tales of needles lost


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