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In the eyes
of my mind,
I contemplate
the vast proportions of the mystery of the needle.
Beyond all
the trite inconsistencies of life, I realize
There’s
a method to solving Fate’s ineluctable riddle.
My fears
unleash me
Into a
realm bounded by unbelievable possibilities,
Over and
above the dimension of unmitigated stupidity.
The finish
line divides the track before my sites
Like superficial
streams; the aftermath of violent rain.
And as
fierce as an aggressive fight,
Personal
rage engages pain.
System is
insane.
I begin
all over again
After the
flip of the last page,
Pulling
out all the stops for past and present struggles
And
utilizing them as frame of reference.
Reminiscing
about the hurdles;
Stitches
of memory interwoven complete as a sentence.
Every hunch
of progress is a pronouncement of vengeance
On the days
of living constantly at tiptoe stance.
My fury
breathes a life
That is
stronger than a lie,
To initiate
a war where courage blends
And intervolves
with fear to install an expected end.
Akpan
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