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Aug 2010 · 1.1k
THE IDEA OF ECTASY
rashid oniyangi Aug 2010
It all began as a murky thought,
Something snaking from the depths
For a breath of fresh air.

Bubbles burst from used substance
Disturbance of displaced environment
Disguised as pleasing ripples surfaced
Just as wolves packed as sheep.

Now it strikes a chord
Shifting rhythms on monotone
A joy the body is helpless to stem
Glows in the broken dance. JOY.
© 1999 Rashid Oniyangi

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