• Sight up eclipsed cerebral cells,
  
  let King Selassie spark a blaze.
  
  Drink of the Truth from lunar wells
  
  lighting up shadows, as it plays…
  
  Invade the cold abandoned hells
  
  with transcendental roundelays
  
  and let reality move on through
  
  until our testament renew…

  ♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♫♪♪♪♫♪♫♪♪♪♫♪

   

  a poem a day for NaPoWriMo2016
  (Ntl. Poetry Writing Month: April)
  
  www.connecthook.wordpress.com

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