Ibiang Ayei
@ayeiibiang080407
1 year ago

AS TIME PASSES

Of auras and essence he ghosted between ranks,
a shadow as of a dead man's
The curse on the clock, hands
clasped on the hour mark with a pair of knees
bowed in penance
So, for everytime that bell chimed from the belfry,
it signaled a call to incense;
of censers giving Life whiffs of her breath back;
The obligation of rites and reverence,
offerings of atonement for the flesh that is burnt black

But there's a spirit that hangs above the belfry
which always ticks and tocks
An echo from the mountains,
of the monastery that always shrieks and stops

So as time passed by we collapsed into bouts of trances:
Illusions of hourglasses,
of trotting souls on the sands of time, legacy reading
a quote from the highlighted he fancies:
“... footprints and impressions, what will you be remembered for?",
then he beats up his chest in a boast and stares blankly at the sandy floor

(Music interlude...)

As time passes it sends waves upon our skins,
flesh-folds that remind us of aging
The wisdom built on the foundation of youth,
a passage flipped with every paging
“So teach us to number our days, that we may apply
our hearts to wisdom"
To chase substance not winds;
not the empty feel of misguided freedom
and of life to indeed live

For the hands of the clock weave its curses,
and its wand,
the hypnosis of death
And yes, life is but a transient dream,
we all awake after we lose our breath



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Written by: Ibiang, Ayei Okoi
Wednesday, 27th April, 2022.
11:31am
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