Morning Talk
Vincent Ogoti Ignored.Hierarchized below the iPhone’s glow,its flickering altar.Tap for an answer,step for attention. I am no engine,no clicking mouse,no smooth glass…
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Sleep, son
Sleep, son.You cannot wrestle the night,nor wring miracles from the dark.Even stars must dim to be born anew.Lay down your…
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There is a haunting paradox about human nature that I have often contemplated, and it became particularly pronounced tonight when…
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Waited. perched high ‘ver moon Twirled fingers eyes horizon splashing shadows ‘ver cast. Spectacle for our generation Cast dream ‘ver…
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