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Chikamobi Okoloeze Orjichukwu

say he died trapped in a body, in a room

in a room          where I’m everything else          except myself             where graying is smoke in motion
              it feels like light trapped between eyelids            within closed doors          as prayers said in the
heart                           & as i watch my shadow mend wounds           i do not see                    i begin fading
              like i was a digit in continuous division                nothing changes much                until darkness
begins its soft hug                & for once i’m the beat between two heartbeats                   the unwholeness
child         someday god will beg us   or me         when he the prodigal sculptor returns     to meet bones
becoming dust                     maybe this         amnesia or déjà vu         maybe this        clustering of eternal
fears          will wade through time  to whisper to the wind                  & the wind to seeds                 & the
trees to nestling birds       & birds to trees          or laughter to tombstone again                   child
it will ever be us             forgotten shapes                explaining the sculptor by his fingerprint             & us
             inordinate colourations              blessed by god because the absence may  only be a small hiatus

Biography

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​Chikamobi Okoloeze Orjichukwu (he/him) is a Nigerian. He studies English and Literary studies at the University of Nigeria, Nsukka. As Orjichukwu Chikamobi Golding too, his works have appeared in Praxis Magazine, Stone of Madness Press, The Muse Journal, Young African Poets Anthology in Agbowo mag, Upwrite Mag, and elsewhere. He was runner up for The Muse Poetry Prize (2019). You can reach out to him on Twitter @chikamobi
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