Everyday we rise
We step on our graves spread
Away beneath our feet
The sun grows
Our shadows grow with it
The sun sets
Our shadows set with it
Until consumed by the twilight
And the shroud of dead pan dark
Of the night covers us
Till the second day
When we, may rise
Oblivious of our graves spread away
Beneath our feet
Oblivious of God behind the dome
Over our heads
Oblivious of our shadows
Mimicking our every act
Oblivious of our days
Like carrots in the mouth of time
Oblivious of everything
Except the vanity of our hearts
(C) Kamarudeen Mustapha
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