GLORY AND GOWN: A SMUGGLED DREAM


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GLORY AND GOWN: A SMUGGLED DREAM

Who wouldn’t die seeing their dreams from a second make to minute
if they are called to bear them in a basket
made to surrender to the rhythmic motion of the calm waters
like the chameleon, the championship of the champions
is not a chanting calls of “victory”, victory!!”…
but true champions like any championship cultivation
seeks the eyes of tomorrow, for tomorrow speaks more…

Light is life! A universal approach that lacks beauty
darkness is death! A considered consent that lingers beyond beauty
and like the irony of the cat’s floating whims,
the glory is a scattered dilemma under a plain-sheet

To amount to nothing is nothingness from Creation’s stomach
birth and death; the beginning of seasons and fight of reasons
as time walks to take whispers of the heart’s desires,
the mind measures to feed the airy birds with doubts
in the earthen-ware of tossing hopes for a win,
the bubbles in our folded communities begins to blur up
catch one, hold an emptying shell
and the dream smuggles its tiny legs into an unseen loop.

© Nana Arhin Tsiwah

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