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Formulating Linguistics
In order to form these words,
you must start by being unsure.
from comforting warmth, to a artic discomfort
switching to fire and ice again.
Temperature like a predator
in the Sahara desert dusk.
Sit on your porch at dusk,
watch the clouds create their words.
Be your linguistic barrier’s predator.
Mentally conjunctions float unsurely
from a mastermind. Look up again,
wonder if Neruda felt discomfort.
Do geniuses feel discomfort?
There is something stimulating about dusk.
Forget. Forget about the poem again,
look around. Everywhere, there are words.
Nature’s are certain but society is unsure.
Awaken your predator
Prey on inhibitions, predator.
Relax and drink it in, relieve discomfort,
tongue against cup. In unsure
clouds, words. Not just in dusk
either. Insects make sharp words.
Crumple a sheet of paper. Again.
Now throw it out, again and again.
Soon, sensing a literary victim, your predator
will chase it. Wonder what a word
really is. The pen will give you discomfort
in your hand. Take some paper. Dusk
is now ending; Be absolutely sure
this time you will write it. Surely,
you will crumple it up again.
Don’t get a flashlight, it’s still dusk;
the lines are blurry. Your predator
will inspect you, it’s hunger discomforting.
Write. These words
won’t write themselves. No words do. Surely
by now you know that. How discomforting the pen feels. Again
you are unsure. Until dusk is over, and your predator is bored, will it be done.
-Stephen Kofi Opare Obeng
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Stephen Obeng
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