Divination Beads - By Aduragbemi Barnabass
Binoculars to the future, a mirror
of the underworld
Speechless chain lying in a
horrendous subway
Winkling at the passing shadows in
exigency
Wafting wishes with wizened whim
Transmogrifying to hapless
dunderhead itinerating
Acting as sentry rhapsodizing the
old pathway
But the mission materialized to a
forlorn hope as
Passer-by betrothed perambulation
in innocence
Who shall disseminate this
tintinabulating empathy?
Enough of lizards’ sweat and pigs’
obituary
Stains of blood as bribe to
overcome your fear.
Search instead for this abandoned
hoary prowess
Avatar of wisdom with unraveling
paraphernalia
Demystifying quizzicality, curbing
the laggard
Re-setting the anticlockwise,
replacing summer with winter.
This is the perfect trail to the
ancient landmark
Felicity in millet vegetation and
comfort in greener pasture
No dismal compensation in thatched
hut and tattered flag
The road to the future is
zigzagging but this chain is vertical and horizontal.
WORLD
BARNABAS.
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