Bits by bits, my words come alive in me, it kicks like an infant
wanting to be freed
I want to set eyes on it
Kiss the divine magically, with an ointment on its knees
It press fire in me, a rage holier than any anger I’ve ever feel
I walk a milestone to the house upon the hills; hoping the temptations rail down the sanctuary
sweating profusely, I reach out for all the voice in me
I yelled for the spirits that connect the dots of fine poetry
Alas!
When I opened my eyes
I was revealed to the angelic knights that performed on me, and all I could utter
Oh! How beautiful it is!
Michael Ogundele (M.O)