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
His thirst quenched.
Eroding its structure,
dissolving its defenses,
Oshooon….went her waves,
seeping trough hidden chambers,
where casted dreams and fears lay.
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.
Laid and now bonded.
Each line rebuilt.
Engulfed in fear, realizing truth
A God in the wall that was
A God in the wall that still is.