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ASIDE / SHAPE OF THE SOUL

By Mobolaji Adewale

Take a second,

Aside from those spent in your frolics.


For this voice has held court and is bade to refute.


The thoughts in your starlight,

The whispers you choose,

To hear in your silence,

Those ghosts speak half-truths.


This purpose,

This fate that has brought one here,

Like pain from the pauper, whom questions their tears.


This life has been chosen,

This suffering sold.


Cries the page or the jester,

Whom own lens did break.


An aside,

A bridge,

From a realm one does know.


To a field of dark sorrows,

Past this point, shall be shown.


Said purpose,

Said mission,

To view one's fence,

Acknowledge the shape of one's essence, a lens.


 
 

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