And I got lost,
In this poem,
In that line between the
Rivers and the tears,
For a thin line holds them apart,
I got confessed.
...
And they said that am not a
Prophet,
Until I take their collar,
But I prophesied about death,
And resurrection,
And now you all have come
To my funeral
To my birthday,
But you all said I was insane,
When you saw me dance with
The furious wind,
Searching for a diamond,
That forever I may shoot my
Rusty cannons.
...
I know I was a prophet of
Death and resurrection,
When always my spirit goes
Lame...
#AMBOETRY
#Am still insane with thee
#Amb. Ibiam 2016.