Untold secrets

It’s like preaching to a choir
Trying to convince a psycho
That he’s normal and the world is perfect
Nothing convinces Mr Polar
Winter fell for sleep to come
So if you must,
You must be a gorilla
Holding fast the words that define,
the divine,
Doesn’t listen from inside a box
He speaks through me
Through elements, objects
It’s just how you choose to listen.

Victor Oyedele