Good night Abeni!
But in case you refuse to
Let go of the galore in the snow garden
With the speaking flowers and jesting torns,
I'll help you tell Baba that
You had worried about him since
He left his scar unattended to
Thinking the giant bee will sting
Him and defecate sweetness on it.
I'll also tell afokóyerí that you challenged
Her to a battle of relevance and relativity.
I'll tell her of your boast to turn her upside-down
And pull of her rib for trinity digestion.
I'll tell the cloud of your wishes,
I'll tell her of your deepest fear,
I'll tell her to form the face of
Your mother and make her happy
That she can get to breastfeed you again.
And if you wake up,
I'll sing the song of atótó-arére
To the cow skin of your ear,
Eulogizing the skin of your palm
And the scalp of your gìgísè.
I'll remind you still of the
Wickedness of the sixth day creation.
I'll yet remind you of your true self.
Of the images you paint of the surface of
The shell that embrayo's you.
[KING JUSTICE]
Artwork By: Anastasiya Valiulina
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