By
Wale Ayinla
a river nearby
i have not been to heaven
but i know that it is a river nearby
that needs to be crossed
with swims and baths
in its sweetened waves.
heaven is bliss.
it is a state bereft of law
that carves life into folds
like my grandfather’s wrinkled shirt
worn on august occasions.
my grandfather’s palms
are a river nearby.
they are freedom in a miniature
island of nothingness,
like a bliss of itself.
freedom is the climax of bliss;
a pinnacle of life’s mountain.
it is an ocean
that drowns me in its depth
till the sun comes visiting.
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