The Valleys Of Denial

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Whose language is this

That resides on the tip

Of my tongue, my pen and page

When the word void I invade

 

Which snakes

Across the waves

Of the  searching blue

That buffets the baobabs and boulders

As it bounces through the villages

Of my wandering essence

 

Whose language is this

That spins in circles

Across my tongue and lips

And leaps out

Like the blast of ship’s horns

That sang their songs of arrival

When I was still a seed

In yonder valleys of denial?

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