• Akosua Biraa

Wild Things

Updated: May 3





We are

the wild ones

untamed, yet chained

to I notion

domesticity

some domestic bliss––ed out

from the truth of our Tumi

what to me

firms us

into the firmament of (i’m)possibility,

even when

awareness is

void

to unknown potential

to probability wants for

our frequencies—

emit

out far beyond the here and now

as brazen waves

unfolding life

force

slipping off the leash of

I-thought, towards

serendipity

coincidences untold

surpassing small imaginations of who am I

when I do nothing

of

consequence

w/in the limitations of/in/for/at

material fixity

monetary normativity

objective reality.


It frees we,

don’t you see?


Wild abandon

from upturned noses,

social media poses

and all sorts of beds of roses

w/thorns

in our sides

because we feel the pinch

from going feral

unbroken spirits

longing for

liberty—

such binary word failing,

overused labels

baggage laden fables

other people’s oppositional tables,

still,

holds us

back

in

time

&

space/d out guillotine existences,

consciousness enslavement,

when we simply are

our own tempests

uncoiling

unfurling

like spiro w/o the gyra

whatever

that means to you,

as words leave me, categorically,

unable to capture

what it is to truly be

the wild ones

we are.





Glossary


Tumi (Twi): (noun) power, authority; (verb) to be able to, can



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