Slaves To Time Poem by Taiwo Lasisi

Like a vernorexia of fire;
Deep in my phantasmagoria
Lets live it as it comes
We say

Having dalliance with our weakness,
Awaiting denouement like thaumaturgy
A kerfuffle in our huderon heart;
Reflecting through our welly lives
Just like a dysania of life
This life is worthless
We say

Hope it was all a dream
All tumult to the supreme
Wrath is the reward
Even when we suffer it
Selcouth as it is
But as selcouth as i am
Little do i know
Hope is to the Creator.
When you absquatulate it
Wrath shall be your Abode