PLATITUDE

What is a kingdom to a God?
What is a moon to a sun?
What is thought to intuition?
What do you care?
Just dare!

When you are smashed
By your blasphemous Ambition
You will emerge
From out of the ruins of your kingdom
The shells of your broken personality…

Plant your mind
Like a budding tree
Into the deep dark soil of
Your intuition –

Let the Gardner sow
Let the Gardner tend
Let the Gardner reap.

That is why it took me so long
To realise we were always separating
Our love was always an ending
Never a commencing

A world is not enough for a home.
A grain of sand will do
When love is true.

O who would have known it was a love story
When our swords first clashed?

O who would have known it was a war
When our lips first met?

And Growth.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije

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