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Kola Tubosun
Be like the Road itself*
Be like the road itself, a long slithering tar
in the sun.
Burn the midnight ointment in the wick of
questing.
Climb and soothe, blaze the earth into caverns
of seething sights,
And fade with night like a receding haze at the
edge of reason.
Be like the road. Bend on carcasses of mangled
resistances.
Shoot through the valleys of dearth, and
patiently find.
Glide in the fresh breath of daybreak on rock
hills and caves,
And dance with dusk amidst forests pregnant with
sigh lenses.
Dare along the courses of delights across a far
unending street.
Be like the road itself, eternally trudging like
light restless feet.
Title taken from WS’s “The Road.” |
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Kola
Tubosun is a linguist and blogger. He
writes from Edwardsville, USA. In his spare time, he take
pictures, and writes poems. He blogs at www.ktravula.com
and tweets
at www.twitter.com/baroka |
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