Let's click it into place to form a universe. A book on the planets is never enough without a box of Lego. a piece lodged in the sole of my foot moon dance A circle forms around the pile in the centre that radiates yellow. All the blue bits gathered up for Neptune. slots more slots how to avoid a sea of plastic
Raised near thickets and forests, we were custodians of chirps, hisses, tweets and buzzes. We also were artists, experts at decorating bad days with iridescent smiles; days our hunts escaped with our baits, with our hooks, with our only traps, with our hopes of next supper. We were mathematicians: we solved hunger with sleep, knit our tendons with gulps of water and seeds of ọ̀súnsún plucked at the riverbank. We held the light of roses and matched it with rainbows, hoping to bathe in our infatuations with next-door friends. Alas, our feet only gathered dust, our lust in vain. We erupted into the mosque every now and then, where our lips exploded into litanies until our hearts dis-rusted into sanctity, accepted what the days kept bringing. Mother said if one's water was not enough for bathing, we should wipe only our faces with it. We were birds, searching for where to perch aright, lest we burden the brittle ground with our almost weightless selves.
harmattan over . . . one by one, plants take colour