How I write myself Into A Book
The room or place name for the transportation
of memories,
expands Jan Vermeer's craft in itself.
The girl with the Omnipotent Dream,
sleeps under the paintings which hang with Gogh
in jade some-playgrounds in her childhood,
where I huddle my body between 12am and the davenport
built into the morning, being time against solipsism,
with the world floating above the night.
The behaviour of the clock, deft handed,
can be described, psychologically, as infinitude.
It strikes out the hours with the attitude of years yet lived.
At dawn, I should step out of myself into the city
redesigning me in its people, architect, and lights.
For a while, after moments of denial, I open the door,
and find myself in Sasha's hands reading all of herself
to art and the sum of man.
- Tares Oburumu 2019
Tares Oburumu is a graduate of philosophy from the University of Benin, Nigeria. He's a lover of God and his daughter Sasha.
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