The Borders Between Dream And Dawn Are Eroding

Egbiameje Omole

‘Solstice,’ photography by Alice Hirsch. Used with permission.

The borders between dream
And dawn are eroding.
A sort of godbreath,
Deathlife that pulls me back
To earth. Ten thousand holy
Pangs, consecrated.
In the crown of my head.
The crooks of my spine.
Ridges of my scapula.
And the sacks of
My crotch. My leg’s
Synovials. And oh, of course,
My heart. My red chest.
The whole thorax and gut
Of it. I wake up and the day
Is spent. I spend my nights
Wrestling gods. Waking hours
Appeasing the god of my sex.

And oh gods are a hungry,
An oh so hungry cavern.

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