in sundry times, i mouth my prayersin the knees of sleep, burning incense frommy wild conceit to heaven’s post.in this poem. in this prayer i say:dear God, i have ‘mosqued’ the earthlooking for your face…(eyes closing in sleep).my body as a flesh & blood saunters in grief.it carries weakness as a hump in its back…(changing … Continue reading Poetry| Poem In Which The Flesh Battles Against Sleep by Pelumi Omofolawe