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T'Ore Nigeria
Researcher, Writer, Lecturer, Thinker @ Redeemer's University Ede
Osogbo, Nigeria
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Existential Vertigo (I)
<p style="text-align: justify; ">In itself, dinner was delicious.</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">‎But my taste buds are blocked </p><p style="text-align: justify; ">‎By the sawdust overflowing from my </p><p style="text-align: justify; ">‎Squeezed heart - </p><p style="text-align: justify; ">‎My tongue is grey.</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">‎</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">‎Vibrations of twilight </p><p style="text-align: justify; ">‎Ring violently in my skull - </p><p style="text-align: justify; ">‎All the pain I don't own I feel;</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">‎All people, I hate to the point </p><p style="text-align: justify; ">‎Of pity; then I hyper-empathize. </p><p style="text-align: justify; ">‎All the heavens and hells collide </p><p style="text-align: justify; ">‎In my earthen form.</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">‎I drown in the clarity, </p><p style="text-align: justify; ">‎Helpless. </p><p style="text-align: justify; ">‎</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">‎If uttered, it loses meaning. </p><p style="text-align: justify; ">‎I chatter in silent sentences:</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">‎About the shatter repeating </p><p style="text-align: justify; ">‎Itself like a season of </p><p style="text-align: justify; ">‎Impulsive rain -</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">‎Rain as violent as lightning bolts. </p><p style="text-align: justify; ">‎</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">‎Foetal position, </p><p style="text-align: justify; ">‎For I have unwittingly </p><p style="text-align: justify; ">‎Stabbed my soul; </p><p style="text-align: justify; ">‎A philosopher so clumsy </p><p style="text-align: justify; ">‎Shouldn't love knives this much.</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">‎At least there is a brush</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">‎To make the reddened sheets </p><p style="text-align: justify; ">‎Beautiful.</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">‎The strokes are ready in my head -</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">‎I just need to...start...</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">‎</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">‎It's too late for... no return.</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">‎Hence, I stay or stray </p><p style="text-align: justify; ">‎In the orbit. </p><p style="text-align: justify; ">‎</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">‎LSD and incense,</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">‎Heed and weed,</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">‎A rebellious commandment</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">‎Floating out of its tablet of flesh</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">‎For an excursion to black holes </p><p style="text-align: justify; ">‎And planets soon to supernova. </p><p style="text-align: justify; ">‎Why should I return?</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">‎</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">‎I turned my pain into paint: </p><p style="text-align: justify; ">‎To you, these are brush strokes. </p><p style="text-align: justify; ">‎I know they are spilled blood,</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">‎without form, </p><p style="text-align: justify; ">‎what you appreciate isn't abstract art - </p><p style="text-align: justify; ">‎It is concrete suffering. </p>

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