Maybe - Part 2 Poem by IkpoBari MeneSENEWO

Who knows the way
To the laundry mart?
Who knows what it takes
To stand on the threshold
Of moments dear and true?
Maybe the fringes that
Catch the edges of time
And season
Maybe the wills
Which stand ably
Tall within the orbits of
Immeasurable firefights
Maybe the commonsensical
Renditions of nonsensical
Rewrites
They told of a bridge
To nowhere
They cowed minds in search
Of silver and gold
They docked the unsuspecting
And cornered them of what
Was theirs to keep and cherish
It was a worship never pairing
A transition never minding
Maybe a mirror-image,
A pool face, eclipsed at dawn
By parallel swing guards
Maybe the consoles gamboled,
A spendthrift that catches
Rationality before it drops
Furlongs of hopeless
Into the speeding racecars
Of spurious derisions…
Maybe it's just a seamless pot
Broken at the approach
Of an innocent touch!
Who knows?
Maybe a grandiose design
Of crooked minds,
A greedy take that sees
The way to greatness
At the instance of the barrel
Maybe…who knows?