depth

Where did the depth go?
Disappeared.
With the wind
Alone, sitting under the street light of the world.
Everyone is trying to get over, grasp a piece of a divine being.
I crave it everywhere, through this pen, my shaking hands.
My breathe cutting short.
My absolute nothingness on these blank pages,
I crave it under my skin, vibrating my ribs in their cages.
I crave it in my stomach, butterflies.
Grasping, reaching, and trying to find meaning in a man’s many lies.
Even in these steps that I take heaving in my knees
Looking straight ahead trying by all means to ignore the pleas.
I crave it deep, this depth, deep. I swear I think sometimes I crave it intangible between my legs.
Swallowing all my strength hanging me up helpless like pegs.
Where did the depth go?
Seems to be so many of the same sets of minds floating around.
I feel it. Alone standing under the street light of the earth,
Watching them chase materials and chase away.
Alone chasing dreams and life itself.
Over inspired breathing in pure poetry and exhaling nothing…
They get nothing.
I am a volcano, a giant
Surrounded by ants who don’t understand what I’m talking about.
The depth is around me, about me, even in the retail clothes I wear.
All the time.
Forgive me if I do act like I have diamonds at the top of my legs.
Liberated indeed I sit and think of what and how the new world has brought, I am thankful of the gift of word I have robbed from the world.
But I crave on, hang on… someone is out there, I have felt it, this depth
Before, I wouldn’t crave it so… and if it is not the same then I crave
more.
I can almost taste it with the tip of my tongue. Harder.
Deeper!
Where did all the deep people go?


Gino Obuseng