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By Wisdom Mumera

The summer in the night has come
Hot, suffocating the dreams
Pinioning one to the edges of a shout.
The web of blankets clogs around
Tangling limbs in sweaty embraces
Drenching wet the bed and the dreams.
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Sunset

Dregs of the day
Sticking to the fringes of the sky
Fading the white into an orange gauze,
Their sludge expired, unwanted.

Coarse color of night coming up
Dragging over all a cloak so black
Sprouting an eerie band of sounds
Playing over the wild.

The arms of the night enveloped over all
Feasting upon the delicate points day refuses to yield
But caught weakened after long trawl
He expires into eerie dancing lights.

Hollow insides

White smoke shuffles up
Clogging the nostrils of the mind.
Sneezed ideas,
Bleary eyed
Stagger around the courtyards
Lost for direction.

The limbs without a motor
Roll along with the waves
Ferried around the plains
Dipped in colors different
Producing grotesque personas.

The man empty from the inside
Going through the day
Clattering around events
Hollow eyed and minded
Open to everything
Seeing salvation in all
The sermon and the semen.
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