Totems of A New Spring by Tunji Olalere
(For XX/X/XX)I The yellow moon is a wary eyeon the antics of the eveningand time folds into shapefor the ears that stalk it Shadows lean into shadowscross-pollinating chaos,the boughs of heads convulsein the gale of melody We are here with our kindand tomorrow is another lieun-promised to usin an infinite series of mockery We confer […]