THE EYE OF A PHASE (to my lady) by Mide Benedict

In your eyes I see beyond the beyond,farther than my father's backward woven cap of ancient tonguing wisdom.

In your calm black retina

I see an aesthetic future formed

Beyond the shores of black thought.

I see the life we will build,

The costing verses of nuptial classes

The tubers of yam enslaved baskets

With curve bashes of filled grey sap

From Tapper splashes

In your eyes I see beyond the beyond,

farther than my father's backward woven cap of ancient tonguing wisdom.

I see myself mixed in sandy songs

Reformed, transformed into standing trees, truly strong.

I see the idle feet of mine

captured in a long held campaign

infinite strata of deserted head long complaints

Structured in a sloppy island of a no-man-escape

Tamed by the toothed trashing mood,

Formed by barricaded atmosphere of

Coldness and loneliness

Making suicide to compete for a replacement of the working lungs and free-gifted life tool.

But all at a single glance

Visible ghosts of feelings and disturbance all went down the drain of a septic termination

Replacing it with a peaceful and serene, indeed! deal and deed.

All is seen in your aesthetic eyes

A revelation of a futuring feature.

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