Formless
Sewing without the knot is a mystery,
it is like riding a headless mule on a narrow road,
The pot needs the lid to steam,
But this,
This is fire without heat.
The soldier is lifeless,
he breathes,
his life, unpredictable,
fear is beneath him,
he yearns for the calling,
in outer space, there are no dreams
the ones he hates to go to in his sleep.
– F.Omosola
