MITOCHRONDRION (POWER HOUSE) - BY ADURAGBEMI BARNABAS
Unto
this day my soul patiently wait
When
the journey to the holy of holies is embraced
I
waited gladly as child clinching to the nursing breast
Sweating
profusely like the wanderer in the wilderness of the west
Searching
for a hole where treasure is kept.
Sonorous
songs of solidarity reverberate the room
As
the gateway gives way in exploring the abyss of the gloom
And
the luscious ancient rod is employed to pick up the treasure
That
is so immeasurable than the sands of the shore
But
the fishing net can't draw all the fishes in the red sea to the fore
I
didn't wish to respond the calling of the power house
But
the magnetic field is irresistible to its customers
The
more I run the more I move nearer
Because
the branches under the supervision of Eve is everywhere
I
keep on running until I reach the Junction of nowhere
Almost
all great warriors of ages lost their integrity in abyss
Because
of the natural law that needs to be paid in levies
Modifications
continue as civilization progresses
As
wrappers, skirts, trousers, leggings, and bum shots are in progress
And
great is the fall of the skyscrapers that retrogress
Let
me alone to appreciate this figure in the shape of eight
And
let all my sorrows, uncertainty and despair lose their weight
Life
itself is magnanimous in mystery as an unending research
Because
the enjoyment releases breeze to the occiput as of yacht
But
the solutions to the devastating sore millions thus search.
WORLD
BARNABAS
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