The cloudstreet hums,
walls vibrate, tears drop from the metallic hardness of the distance between
us, with an alarming speed,
rooms filled with sea currents,
we are filled with sickly smile.
Every parts of life floating across everything capture beyond
everything cross the rough strip
and everything remains a trait of certain vibrations and insinuations, the
house falls into a special version of afterimage, we are
lost in its weight.
the shape of things to come,
and your time has past thirty years,
we lie awake,
the blur of the water, everything remains imported confession,
sea waves come in your way,
a ray of moonlight
without shedding itself is all the feeling of guilty,
everything is looking like a urine sample.
JACOB KOBINA AYIAH MENSAH is the author of the new hybrid works, The Sun of a Solid Torus, Conductor 5, Genus for L Loci and Handlebody. His individual poems are widely published and recently appearing in Rigorous, Beautiful Cadaver Project Pittsburgh, The Meadow, Juked, North Dakota Quarterly, Cathexis Northwest Press, The Sandy River Review, Strata Magazine, Atlas Poetica, Modern Haiku, etc. He is algebraist and artist and lives in the southern part of Ghana, Spain, and Turtle Mountains, North Dakota.
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