Over the crystal ball hangs a sun
over all balls of crystal hangs a sun
teasing life with a spider-cast of journeys
for when the season is ripe for maps
for when the fireflies quench their lamps
as dawn is spread out in surreal beams
inviting you and I, what can save us!
from the unknown that already knows us
revealing you and I, suing the elements
unburdening secrets
why spoil the game
turn adventures into bland vigils
unknot life’s, triangles and quadrangles
O leave some mysteries to dream upon
Or what use the sun above the crystal?
Odia Ofeimun
EDITOR’S NOTE
Originally published in Citizen on 06 Jan 1992, p. 72. This diplomatic transcription preserves the wording and lineation verified against the archived page.