The Call
THE CALL
Yesterday after the call,
I did not care again to sink forever
With the moribund moon,
Encapsulated by this deathly cloud.
I reviewed the journey so far-
Past and present,
And I saw that the future
Was bright blue sky but without the stars.
Night,
And I wept the tears of a bambino
In the darkness of my heart,
To the darkness of my heart
Through the dungeon of my heart
Till at last I died in the heart.
I will die a thousand deaths
Before my call!
I must die a thousand deaths
Before my call!
I have died a thousand deaths
Since I received the call,
But I have received no single burial,
For only in the grave of your heart,
Can I rest in perfect peace.
Bolaji Ramos
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