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?????????????aiyé

a child seeks voyage in the current of fame, 
he does not homage the sun, 
he does not sing the moon her eulogies, 
he will wet and weaken his dreams 
with the red molecules of fire-- 
a dark cheMISERY!

he has sojourned a thousand nights in light; 
and a thousand days in darkness, 
and he has swallowed a thousand cowries 
of guts, 
but he does not know that the beam of life 
has more than a black and white. 

aiyé àkámorà, 
may you not thrust your vast staff 
between the laps of his reality, 
for he is a metropolis of narrow paths. 
and he may scream and deafen his mother, 
and his father may pray to a being he does not revere.

may you hold your rain, 
so a snake of seven colours 
may not crawl upon his sky 
and race his arteries with steroids of limpness. 
for a child fears when he meets the gods 
where they dine on worms 
and wine in human skulls.

may the earth not lust after his chubby skin 
so he may not return young, cold and gory, 
for he may curse his Mary and bless his Pilate 
and cause the potent chandelier of heaven 
to quiver in quakes of sympathy.

may his white pigeon 
not be held by the black wings of old witches, 
and by the blunt traffic of enraged eagles, 
for his father will bane his morale 
and taunt his morals, 
and cast him out, to finding home-- 
a redeeming search.

- only he, 
who has not axed the boulder of life 
will not seek rest from the author, 
and finisher of fate. 

- only he, 
who has not been broken 
will not seek mud from his potter.

- only a man 
who aiyé has not shown 
their bare mickle and mighty buttocks 
will not seek embrace 
in the arms of the Almighty.

Micheal Ace
#magicalpoetry
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