When east, is still the very east
The horizon still hold their peace;
This trend shall be passionate dialogue
With the winds,
While western clouds
Remain sole passage for the setting sun.
I speak in multiple tongues
My voice is laced
Pool of colourful litanies.
I fashioned innumerable company of words
Wrapped them up
For the winds
To bear across the distance depths.
Are lingering clear lines
circle of flux meanings
ADO EKITI. AUGUST 2002
© Aduloju adekunle