Jacob Kobina Ayiah Mensah Poet Sonnet

Patterns, Self-Portrait

 I never know my body has rotten
 until it appears through the wall mirror
 these remains are heaped upon an autan
  next spire takes a hearer turn for queerer

      now urban commercial cores of gulag
      I am a particular         schlockier
     for signs which are cheap to erect as clague
      extensions can be found from that nearer 

    some convergent, others conflicting stun
    I suspect having to do with my craag
    this penetrates deeply into a gun
     into the family         into dague

         extreme lengths to which I loosely spun
           remain a shadow in place to slither

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