As various voices presented on a single mic
Giving birth to one solid sound
through speakers near a listener passing by...
We are one on this.
As dread locks rooted on a single head
we come in different heights and different ways
Even though we stil regard this head as our primary base.
The artisans of words
with the labour of our heads portraide through carfts that i call notions and thoughts,
that never seem to fill to the brim
this ocean that somehow seems to have a lick.
my unaudible gratitudes i present as a lament to its lick
because through it
you and i were given an opportunity to exist.
The frequent drops narrate how youe way and mines converged
in this wilderness of words
like deserts with their plenty sands.
We indeed have got one mind but with different thoughts
and somehow we got magneted into being one,
you would swear that we were particles that were hapazardly scattered.
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