UNTHINKABLE
I've gone
Far away
At the jaw of hill
I sit-
Sitting on the bench of thought
Thinking...
Where is the sile that holds firm the globe?
Further, I go
At the feet of Idanre's tree
I sit-
Upon the couch of illusion
Thinking...
Who birthed these twinkling numerous stars?
I have asked the rhetorics
The gods at home are dumb
And the ears on the corridor are deaf
To whom shall I ask about this 'incredulous?'
Who carved the sky?
Image source
Ololade Akinlabi (Ige)
