RIVER OF RENAISSANCE

On redemption miracle

I lie dawdling lonesome

with a quest for newness but-

Somewhere leads to nowhere

Life again sinks.

The old plays pianos

The young thrilling with drums

That'd be a tush of eternity margin

Or maybe a divining Pilgrim

That'll coax doom.

With a fickle pickles spine

Ancientness recedes to newness

bearing flags of blur hope

while the pennant of vision tore

like a wagging kite.

Maybe! just maybe

It's a newfound shift

as adultness brawl for boyhood 

and ancestry evolving to foetus 

With no stillness of reality.

I'd marvel to see

Childhood with bald

trying to trade the future

On the platter of politics.

  —Wale Fidel(HolyPoet)

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