Penetrating The God of Walls

By: Natasha Guadalupe

Lasting for an instant, today and tomorrow.
Oshun’s warm waters flowed over the steep tower’s edge.

Empty corridors swelled,
as amber ripples swam.
Adorned and rich.

Palpitating against its gates
Primroses ignited.
His thirst quenched.

Eroding its structure,
dissolving its defenses,

Oshooon….went her waves,
seeping trough hidden chambers,
where casted dreams and fears lay.

Lucid now.

Who was she but a chisel,
rumbling the mortar loose.
Coaxing the brick wall to release and fall.

Agile and delicate her fingers were,
separating each block from its joint.

Pulling at the strength of his defense.
What gain could there have been
but imminent hurt,
an apparent offense.

Not worrying what will happen,
only what needed to be done,
He salvaged what remained

Body heaving, arms heavy.

Laying and interweaving;
each block placed as a foundation,
one on top of the next.

Tap tapping from the bottom to the top.
Disciplined and exact.

Trowels smoothing,
grout hardening.

Laid and now bonded.

Each line rebuilt.
Heart fortified.
Mind resistant.

Engulfed in fear, realizing truth
A God in the wall that was
A God in the wall that still is.

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