Strange things happened in the folding nights to his cremation Men rallied and women cried in their bits to foam the last sway The trails, hurriedly patched while the world waited to see his last dust The lights seized shinning the paths Papers torn and inks spilled in the meandering springs And the cremation seemed thin […]

via The cremation of a billion-year guru — Edrissa Ken-Joof

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