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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