Confluence
a prime stream makes her course
along niger’s foot-path
a juxtapose of ancestral headstones
& there: life sings like death?
& there: death cries into life?
for ancients are new arrivals at life!
o, a new cry ever rents this sky
along niger’s foot-path
now, greeting our drumming sky
o, a navigator of a mystery-path
lay on a fragile bedside seeking attention
a weird thunder of a rainy commotion!
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