Epiphany | Oche Akor

for memories that hunt, remember

we are solid born, offspring of the salty sea.

ached vertebrate, kinky strands of tall solid rocks;

a communion of black, ash, kilned terracotta

& this loamy soil that breaks in our palms.

 

we did have a deal of great romance;

you and I, heartcode— for memories

remember, we are blossoms of dead pasts,

clay lovers shattering into fragments of time.

 

& when the music plays. & when orchestras

of pain, like bottled up thunder in

strands of sky lightning, roar—

& when epiphany arrives; remember.

we are seeds of broken China in the sun.

zygotes of axe digging resurrection.

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