Midnight Conversations

wallahi tallahi billahi lazi-
pulling the root from the soil
to find particles of this seed.
the baton passed from what
I’ve seen to who I‘ve become
is another tax bill to evade.
fetching from a cloud where
an assumption is not enough.
my brother is not my bro
tonight is not for sleep
the next murder is my hope
the dry wind has my taste
in a cave, darkness is light
the search has begun & I’m late
I’m here, again, seeking a rebate
asking for a pose for my toes
the moon should blanket my woes
I’ve stained my faith with doubts

Tomide Abdul

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