Nomenclature

Nomenclature Nomenclature robed in wealth of words The hot sauce that makes the tongue hurry I am the live in the lively garment of merry Like a hare I burrow to the worlds. Esther had a dream last night She said I am called Victory Like in the Mordecai's story To darkness a spill of light. I am what I am called Spiced and baked in Grace I am a perfect breathing oeuvre In clean clay, mixed and kilned. I have written my name in gold Bright effect, large format and space Stellar polished over and over… I am dark shine and bold. I am the Goodness kidnapped by blessing The laughter on the lips of sadness The contagious smile pocketed in the hollow of frown I am the throne of the King mercy. I am the tiny thing in the Bosom of The I AM The decorated ass of gladness The new noise in town Like the celebration of the new yam... I am the greatly true and real My name is not in the book of abstractions My fate is not the man of superstitions I am the planted dead grown cereal… I am the branch in the Vine Sprouting abroad…across nations Godly-spread intending intentions I am the wonder and my root is Divine. 18TH APRIL, 2015