Rainmind

Martins Iyoboyi

Rainmind twisting
Falling drops from gloomy rudiments
Into mental blasted abyss.

It is the elevated domicile
Gluing dusk-to-dawn spurts
The agonized spirits going merry
On a raw-made errand
From among castrated schemes
Down the tunnel of selfish potholes.

I sing these, laconic –
To the subtle beauty of intellect
In the gathering midst of sanity
On the outward face of long patience.

Salve raindrops cooling
Into myriad bends
Where jointed bloods
Mingle with ingathering ambience.

In island-moments of acrimony
Double-created woes alternating
The intricate sieve discerns
All nexus, proffered
To the deafness of soppy-hearts.

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