if you are trapped in a dream

you will invent a way out

of the nightmare

I have flown in dreams

over tree tops escaping the things

chasing me even in repose

the ghost walking in the small

hours whisper stories

from before I was

stories of ships

that stole dreams of rivers

rituals rendered in mud brass

blood dancing under different stars

to the drum beating now reminding me

of lessons taught by cotton sugar cane

indigo the ghost remind me how the stories

go and I remember before me to the days

of bending bending bending and remain

unbroken when your

dreams are nightmares

you may find the path

the place

the prayer that holds you

growing you until the time

you can open your eyes to

see the bad dreams are reality

without the magic escapes

conjured in minds that have

no resting place

even in sleep

About Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

I create; therefore I am.
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