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Dacious Kasoka Poem
O’ cleverest witch, yet
Prudent of all science,
mighty and sharp like
a hunter’s blade.
On your strong infinite
Spine you carry them;
real and imaginary
demons, rational and
irrational fools of
numbers.
How sadly they seem, as
they travel far and wide-
eternity, their feet nailed
to the number line.
To us that wander; you
cast logarithmic spells,
and sync up the music,
spotless glows- as though
in a disco; the razzle dazzle rose,
the spiro disco ball,
the space cadets; we dance
and swing till our days
come to nothingness.
Copyright © Dacious Kasoka | Year Posted 2021
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Dacious Kasoka Poem
S U I C I D E N O T E
This rhythm is a tide
of blood oozing in sickly
veins to rainless bones;
stanza by stanza- clots
drip and stink.
This poem is music
to the winds,
to loose whiffs out
the window panes,
to hidden souls
afloat dark haze.
This poem is a suicide
note authored
by a depressed soul,
he heartened to
embrace the kisses
of the great beyond.
it is sin to read this poem.
Copyright © Dacious Kasoka | Year Posted 2021
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