Christopher Okiri Biography

All I have is ash, frost, from this gust, my fire being gone,
Spent in quick-leaping flames that brightened her eyes
keeping her hands warm and full with alchemist's gold
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The world is seashore strewn with seashells
Dump site for principalities and for powers
Even the thrones we have come to idolize
Are used-up spirits recycled as human beings
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The wrath of god exposes me
As fish averse to getting wet
Fearful of drowning in the water
I seek sanctuary in Noah's Ark
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Sometimes you just want to punch the air
What victory is to be garnered there
Mining the hollow of mindlessness?
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I wish to hit and smash a thing of substance
Some thing unmoving like statue in a temple
Some stained-glass window in the distance
Shadow-casting thing like a church's steeple
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