WAKING UP IN THE MORNINGS TO A ROAR OF AN EAGLE

,(like a sudden star by the shadow of the cloud of the lake there flee an eagle,)

I simply exited the dream field. I can't tell the difference

 

Which is more real, damaged desires or memories?

 

It used to be once the roar of an eagle, framing a transferring black dot

 

Command a white cloud, wipe a clear sky blue

 

Or due to the fact of lack of wings constantly dream of flying?

 

"Dreams, it's all backwards"

 

Memory, will additionally be reset by way of time

 

The roar of an eagle was once like a sharp knife

 

In the congested brain, chisel out every other dimension of space-time

 

The white waves of the sea blackened the volcanic stones

 

And the black spread like fire

 

Let my heart, black greater pure


Eunice Achieng

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