Dream Intro

Welcome to your world
where hopes are crushed like raspberries
in between your fingers–
But you have never tasted raspberries,
your tongues do not know the feel of cinnamon,
your ears do not know the clinking of coffee mugs.

Welcome to your world
where everything desirable is a dream–
You Josephs of a paper Egypt,
slaves of a transient reverie.
Call out for salvation with your foreign tongue
and listen to the deafness that responds.
Do you feel the rust of prayer on your lips?
O how the smithereens of your faith tremble
like the sheddings of a tired hymn,
like the ashes of a static Phoenix.

┬ęSamuel Adeyemi

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