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Phases By Tolu Ogunlesi The night sky is a bank's vault In which is trapped an eternity Of silver coins. Every now and then The doors will stir, Like two hands Slowly clasping And unclasping. Time will pick one more Coin for her journey, and then depart. She will sit in many coaches On the same train, The way dust divides Itself between The reluctant fist of a widow, And the impatient shovel of the grave-digger. |