I fell
l into a thousand pieces of unsung words,
like silver gel
i melted into maiden voices.
I realised den,
dat all poets re special
if not for the miracle of the pen,
then for the rendition of lines spiritual.
He writes
and i'm stunned
he recites
and i'm gunned
into musical
magic fantasy
of lofty vocal
musings of the canary!
(an eulogy to sadiqq dzukogi, my dear friend)
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