As We Move In Night Sky
A counter-intuitive edition.
Dear reader, see you again next week.
Sun in love’s shape: Tobi.
Night sky in the midst of a thousand trees. I am in front of the forest, A choice to sojourn, A choice to drop the plate. A choice for no choice to make. Night forest. A thousand steps has to count, Before taking the first. Left and Right. We move, carefully, Vigilantly with no torch, Only the torch of heart. Wind blows, And the trees waves, bowing down, Bowing down to the one moving close. Whatever the forest holds changes, A new man is here. Igbo Olodumare, is wherever you are. Everything starts to bear your name. Everything starts to move close. Everything. The particulate within, and those blowing, Are in agreement, that moment has been expanded. No more night, Cos, you are the carrier of the opposite. So you can’t see night. All of a sudden, Your feet touches a dead leave, Leaf breakage kisses the atmosphere. Leaf breakage says thanks for the transformation aid. Now I can touch the top tip of where I came from. No more night. Wet drops on fishly leaf. Veins turns green. So I move, and move, and move, And each hindsight is an Experiential jingle of colourful stories. Colourful windy My hindsight becomes a flowing garment trails. As we move.