Poem

Ellipsis

There are three heads
So say the adepts
With only one we’re born
There’s no 4th one
Sorry, not the head you see,
Bearing your identity
It is the head within
The head unseen
Best head is on stage
Next best gives it aid
The last head applauds
In the crowd, lost
The best head has missions
Next best, it commissions
Onlooker is the last head
For it, life is a film shed
No, it is not tied to wealth
But to events welded
Armstrong was no tycoon
Yet sighted by all on the moon
Might be worth asking
As life goes ebbing
What column is mine?
Do I get the sign?
Maestropetals

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Oludotun Saseyi

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