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by Abayomi Ogunwale

What if all these words
are really not ours, but
another's. These rumi-nations;
these re-spiring ideas; what if
they, like other forms of light
derive from some distant unsung star?
What if the ancient books were right-
a different perspective maybe? And we,
are merely reflections of some 'divine intelligence'
—Ephemeral facsimiles—incident on this
plane,only after tracking down along
'curdy' paths and light years of
uncallibrated silence.

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          To whom then do we owe allegiance?
          Is it to ourselves—the projected images?
          or to the deity beyond the palpable? or
          maybe it is to that distant,obscure star
          suspended in the milky broth, like a gold coin
          trapped in the mud; the origin of words,
          images and life;

          Our
          Light.