Wisdom of the desert
I am dancing in emptiness
for verily do I know
that everything must be born
from the dew and mist
to stand in an eminence
This is the wisdom of the desert,
where the shackled bones,
and bruised skeletons lay,
all this cadavery from the
emptiness and drought in
the optical socket
The sand is my canvas,
I shall paint my portrait
with the wealth of silt
and from this prehistoric abode
do fossils live,
on the platform of defeat
do I erect my oasis
An empire where I do reign supreme,
and speak the glittering language
of the glory,
whre I sparkle endlessly,
that people may see me gleam
and gleam also,
like the diamonds they are.
By Kakraba Afful
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