Pilgrimage
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We stood upon Idanre's columns and he fell, The Iron One,to grieving.His breast
The crown of Idanre Hill,stooped,pressed upon By clouds dark with moulted deeds
And accusing forms
Union they had known until the Boulder
Rolling down the hill of the Beginning
Shred the kernel to a million lights.
A traitor's heart rejoiced,the gods'own slave
Dirt-covered from the deed
Man's passage,pre-ordained,self-ordered winds In reconstruction.(Piecemeal was their deft
Re-birth,a cupped shell of tortoise,staggered
Tile tegument;)And the monolith of man searches still A blind hunger in the road's hidden belly.
Idanre's boulder complex rose before us and he grieved
The veins were dying in the Hesh of earth
Bled of all lustre,the lodes were crumbled
And the fires fallen to ashes.Light,more
Than human frame can bear
Set fanges to a god,control had slipped
Immortal grasp.On the hills of Idanre memories
Grieved him,my Hunter god,Vital
Flint of natter,total essence split again
On recurrent boulders
This road have I trodden in a time beyond
Memory offallen leaves,beyond
Thread offossil on the slate,yet I must
This way again.Let all wait the circulation
Oftime's acrobat,who pray
For dissolution;the chronicle abides in clay texts
And fossil textures.I followed fearful,archives Of deities heaved from primal burdens;Ogun
Sought the season's absolution,on the rocks of genesis Night weighed huge about me
And I walked in footprints of a god
Whose knees struck sparks to burn the night
Brushing rocks in self-rage up the hill,up
His hermitage in rockshields lost in cloud
Caverns,Outcast Deity!
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