Poetry

An Exotic temperament

From light to dust, proverbs of a forefathers alley

 

The placid man returning home to the deep reaches of desolate and monotone equity.

To the rich man, what beat is the one which moves mountains?

Rather than, what rekindles the sunrise to favour the meek?

 

An individual can shift essence from stars yet the group draft choices closest to the surface.

And so, in this, the wicker or the carpenter or even the lame can bring compromised promenades of harmony from the dust of golden brown.

And in this immortal and infinite perspective;

I find peace where Kibera lay.

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