The Miniskirt by Richard Ntiru

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To visualize what you can’t see;

That’s the paradoxical pleasure of the mind.

In the afterbirth of seeing,

Death of imagination.

To dally on the brink of reality:

That’s the snug illusion of life.

In the capitulation of the summit,

Paradoxical disappointment.

Now is the legend beyond

Become the cliché of the elements.

Shall the synthetic gauze

Atone for the beauty of the fertility lines?