I saw the wave coming but I forgot to fly
I’ll blame it on proximity
To moving shells of different colors
That distracted me from my hunger
I saw a wave coming and I forgot how to fly
It hit me like the patterns in a memory foam
A wet episode of the déjà vus that life promised
But for a moment I opened my eyes
It was so clear
In that moment
Winniefred F Gbemuotor
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