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TIMELESS

 – By John Chizoba Vincent
We die through this black pages
A pack of us tamed the sunrise
You never betray your own self
Life is beyond the firmament
You are the yesterday today spoke of.
We are the legs that search for hope
A Raven craving for some reasons
To live among the living dead here
Life is beyond the bread you hold
You’re the symbol of the rainbow colours
A timeless classic beauty strive
A fault created in the stars of you
Man dines like Demi ants in jolly
Death dislike living and fear is lost
Where ticking hands rover around.
Storried Timeless
A timeless beauty is a classic rock
Timeless images are your doubts
How do we become crying shadows?
How do this timeless muse escape?
How do we manage to love and hate?
We are no better off than those pimples
On the dead man’s face chilling joyfully.
We are made of this timeless symbols,
Joyous cells of mannered eloquence,
No bed for those that left this shore to die.
I will tell you that the river in our throats embrace dryness and curse
I will tell you of this timelessness of you
I will tell of love that sin against the flesh and tell of you and your crises.
We are timeless beings in this place
We are timed in this world with short numbers, ageful numbers like the eel counting of our fingers and toes across.
We are timeless beings in this place.

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