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IS THIS BODY STILL A TEMPLE? | a poem by Amoye Favour

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My Mind has become a Cascade of emotions
And for each thought that desires to be let free, 
There is turbulence. That is to say that
My sanity and my emotions are distant companions.
 But my desire for emancipation is greater than me. 
On the lips of a crow is found truth, telling me to
 Reach out and desire all the things I am not meant
 To have. A man walks by me and I ask him what  
He makes of life. He said: 

       To live is to be evil,
       You just need to spell it the other way around.

His answer felt like a capsule too heavy to ruminate upon. 
Somewhere in me is a faucet that spills out odd contents and
 I don’t know how to stop the flow without damaging myself. 
To quench it would be to lose what defines me,
To allow it would be to ask for something my being can’t contain
This flow from the deepest embers of me gets too heavy at times
 And I question if this body is still a temple. Is this body still 
One of God’s most decorated tools or am I finally giving in 
To the alluring call of the dark


Amoye Favour draws from vivid Imageries, life experiences, and relationships when writing his pieces. Popularly known by the pen name “The Poetic Newton”, his works have been published and is forthcoming on issues of “The Literatus”, ” Maintenant”, “Written Tales”, ” Masticadores”, “Pickles Magazine” and many others. More of his works can be found on his Instagram handle @thepoeticnewton and whenever he is on the blue app, he tweets with the handle @amoyef.

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