QUIENCE – by Samuel Amazing Ayoade

quience (this is still not the longest poem)
i
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this silence is a symphony of death.
we dance to pledge allegiance to its sung dirge
of a frustrated future and castrated present
present in the heart
of this silence.
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this silence is a reflexive response
to the stimulus that pricked adam’s heart
when there was no ecclipse
and the sun sat upon the seas
busy feasting on the forbidden fruit
we all took part in adam’s apple
we are all a part
of this silence
.
this silence, is a symphony of death.
.
ii
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quience
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this silence is a canker worm
hitting the liver of every muse with fever
this silence silences sirenes
and the cord of every discord
this quience is in your tongue, my tongue, your
thumb-print
on the day you endorsed silence
in the stead of bubblings
casting off our uniqueness off my thumb
silence is changed, change is silenced
this silence is the echo in the marks of our
thumbs
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quience is the absence of sun, moon and stars
the seven heaven and the planets
quience is the dissolution of monuments and
stones –
the eviction and extinction of heaven and hell
this silence is not tangible
this quience exists only in our hearts.
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quience iii
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quience is the reverberations of our heart in its
cased caseine
it is the echo from the verbal chimneys of denied
progenies
denied the free gift of living
a minute quience for the souls of darkness
this is silence in the quience of my room –
a licence to exanguish nonsence for hi-sense
nonentity for a great entity, an identity of integrity
.
the ‘lord’ is in his holy temple beyond ‘the rock’
let all earth be ‘quiet!’ before him
dare you question his crazy ‘auto’rity?
this is the silence that flows in our veins
it is the veination on the tree that nailed our
manhood
.
quience is the shackle around our wrist
the struggle within the soul of our sole
whenever we are chained by the discretion of our
heart
our brain, our thoughts, tongue and thumb
.
i am silent, you are quiet
we dwell in quience
and we are the silence
.
this quience only exists in our hearts –
a reverberation of our cased heart
.
– Samuel Amazing Ayoade BlazingPen

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