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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