A chorus

Chapter and verse
We quite rehearse
the hunger pangs

Which come to thee

Bewitched in smoke
Our fears elope
At times
To infinity
But who I am,
Is what I am
Wrapped torch
Between fingers
Where I stand
My chorus
Is my voice
Outside my bracket
I have my choice
To rip off flesh
And boldly soar
Where no man has been
Before
A strait jacket comes to me
Sometimes
We
Fear
What's free

Otatade. Iseghohi-okojie