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Elevation of Sensations! – A Poem (#2) | Culled From My Third Book – Respectful Ideation

Run from me!

my lungs are trees!

I’m pink but not from the sink,

In a sea that doesn’t have a middle C.

Inhale my leaves!

I’m a liver but don’t have any seeds!

I’m a ball but you can see my feet,

In a dungeon that serves questionable tea.

Elevations of Sensations!

There’s aggregation but no ‘meticulation!

Indistinct records of articulation,

And individual networks of association.

My corn is in your nest!

And your loins are under my vest!

It’s your turn to linger with our guest,

And proffer solutions to failing an unmarked test!

My voice is in circulation!

Not from a man, but from a medium of meditation!

A medallion mark is a sign of unpopular connotation,

Just as my heart is, in this layer of no saturation.

Sundays are for theft!

And my Mondays are for a phantom effect!

All of the razors are dead,

And on the floor are the antlers to my dare…

The Befibrillator

Adeboye Oluwajuyitan. M.D., MSC Cardiology. Author | Artist | Health Coach. I play the piano in my spare time.