Portrait of A Boy in Love With Things Broken
i find myself shattered flattered in front of a
mirror. every fragment of me phasing into
complexities– like an hourglass, broken, splintered
into shrapnels, into a substance so minute it defies
nomenclature. resists existence. escapes time.
i think myself a character; eyes, the milky way of
galaxies colliding, causing luminous beams that
breach anything unhurt. my heart, a darkness
only found in space, a vault of wrecked
[space/relation] _____ships.
i remember myself a child in my kindergarten
years. i remember the singing teddy bear & how i
found satisfaction in broken toys/ how beauty subsists in
things broken.
i build this poem with lines broken, disjuncted
into meanings. like a brick house collapsing into
the atmosphere of the earth, my body disintegrated by
burdens that draw down the edges of my being.
in brief moments i find peace in the nature of
things. the way the earth breaks to birth trees, how
a fruit breaks away from roots that bore it, how it
falls back into the deep of the earth to harvest growth.
what consists of being, if not an entirety of follicles
broken into existence?/ so i begin to breed pieces of myself & i
whisper into the spaces of a broken mirror—‘all that breaks is not chaos’.
Agboola Tariq Adebola is an unfolding poet from Western Nigeria & a student of law in the University of Ibadan. He explores in his writings, self/ identity, vivid imaginations etc.He tweets: @Agboola_Tariq_A
