By Olaiwola Faih Adedolapo
You are back and enclose yourself
Within the structure built for the
Outside men. If that seems to be
Your story, it is okay.
And when time hits another time,
Space becomes fully occupied
Relishing actions and reactions
In bloody flowing confusion.
You can lie for hours; a
Northern view of another moment
With benefit. Your thoughts flow like
The river and stops against the wind.
But the end is not the result of
The past. A beginning might
Just be an aforementioned opinion
Of what might not be.
